The modern Day romanticist
The modern Day romanticist
The modern day Romanticist
Bides his time daily
Building dreams of what maybe
Watering the seed
Until it blooms
With regularly drops of alcohol
No rack of ruins
No fading hope
Just the inhaling
Of Moroccan dope
A well oiled machine
That churns out,
His childhood dreams
Of course none came true
Except himself
A dreamer, a drunk a fantasist
The Modern Day Romanticist
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