Row Row Row

 

"Life is but  a dream"

I wish.

If  I could dream of anything,

Screams of terror would be bliss.

Life's what keeps me up at night,

Life is but a bore. 

Life's the stream the boat rows down

And life is nothing more.

Only, on this boat

Ive gotten tired of the rowing

Life feels like an old best friend

But not a friend worth knowing.

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