Poet’s notes | This is the second version. The crown cinquain.
They say,
you are unique,
that your existence means,
With faith in a G chase those dreams.
Wait but,
what if,
your existence,
even at its finest,
Will mean very little at last.
Why lie
to all.
Make all believe
their dreams can be achieved,
but then crush them to tiny bits .
You know
that we’d
be better of
doing something so small,
compared to what we keep dreaming.
It is
unkind
If it’s fated,
why the dreaming if we
need the favor of the divine
to be.
