When late at night I cannot sleep
Tortuous thoughts in my mind screech:
“Life, do you prancetice what you preach?”
I often ask myself down deep.
The room is dark, it faces north,
And no light could enlighten it…
The day will come when I’ll have lit
The room and my future life both.
And when at last asleep I fall
To guide me the sky has no star:
Although my dream still seems so far,
I am a lion after all.
True story of B
24 July 2017