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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Far Beyond the Stars</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am I the dream, or am I the dreamer? <br>Is everything as it seems? <br>Or is the grass really greener? <br>Examining my wounds and invisible scars<br>I wonder<br>If my real life is lived far beyond the stars</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My senses lead me to a pond<br>Where I stared <br>Into the eyes of a stranger<br>The ripples waved and tore<br>But they couldn't break our bond<br>And back at me he stared<br>His eyes unaccustomed to danger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There I was, or so I think it was me<br>Looking at myself <br>In a storefront glass at the end of the street<br>When a different reflection appeared<br>I rubbed my eyes, then squinted and peered<br>In closer <br>Hoping the poser would have disappeared<br>But he didn't <br>He stood tall <br>His shoulders free from the weight of the world<br>His confidence had not taken a fall<br>He gave me a glance, a curious one<br>I assumed a runner's stance, a furious one<br>And bolted back to my home <br>Set well under the sun </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I walked through the door<br>I noticed the notepad I forgot on the table<br>It was by then five, or maybe four<br>I tried to read the clock, but was desperately unable<br>All at once I was overcome with fatigue<br>The room began to spin and I had to sit down<br>"You ran too much, " I said <br>"You're not in the league."<br> I continued, <br>"That's funny, you should jot this down."<br>I reached for the pad and felt more drowsy<br>I reached for the pen and felt more lousy<br>My eyes were so heavy, I couldn't defend </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A noise at the door<br>It was five, maybe four<br>But it was me, walking through it again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something was wrong<br>Something was wrong with my brain<br>Something, something that I couldn't explain<br>I tried lifting the pen, to no end<br>My strength snapped like a wafer<br>I mumbled, "I'll write that down later"<br>As my head hit the table<br>And I fell asleep on the paper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I awoke, my bedroom door was closed<br>I stretched and I yawned on my pillow's rose<br>I slowly arose and suddenly froze<br>Where was my pad full of the notes? <br>The ones I used to promote the story I wrote? <br>I remembered <br>It was on the table in the other room<br>Relieved<br>I waved away the clouds of doom<br>I picked up the pad and smiled as I read<br>Of how the character actually thought<br>Something was really wrong with his head<br>Unaware<br>My words were the ‘something' he caught</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The irony is, " I said aloud<br>"He knows there's more, but he's full of doubt.<br>So he'll keep questioning existence <br>Over happy drinks behind bars<br>Even though <br>He wants to escape his bruises and scars<br>And live a better life far beyond the stars."<br>While my skill was attempting not to boast<br>A question burned in me<br>Indeed, it began to roast<br>I saw a plate beside the pen<br>And on it was a slice of toast<br>Next to a simile I put down on paper<br>My eyes hovered over them like gulls on the coast<br>They were the two pieces of a broken wafer…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=P.R.+Prosper">P.R. Prosper</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475924" data-title="Far Beyond the Stars de P.R. Prosper" data-description="Am I the dream, or am I the dreamer? Is everything as it seems? Or is the grass really greener? Examining my wounds and invisible scars I wonder If my real life is lived far beyond the stars My senses lead me to a pond Where I stared Into the..."></div> </div> </div>
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