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DREAMS IN A BASKET
Life
is not vin-ordinare;
Query the obscure mystique.
Finding something to declare -
Golden Fortunes still to seek.
Searching for the source unique,
Trying
to find the master-key
To goals of one who cannot
speak
Dreams in a basket set to sea.
To search, to find, compare -
Like a child's
game of hide and seek.
Pondering memories so oblique
That senses steam with mystery;
But, with a final push and a tweak,
Dreams in a basket set to sea.
Always seeking an elsewhere,
never chancing to be a relique,
Golden fortunes still to seek.
Now
my boat has sprung a leak -
No damage to my fantasy
But alas, with one last shriek,
Dreams in a basket set to sea.
The winds are at their peak;
Golden fortunes still to seek,
Ending my days of curiosity;
Dreams in a basket set to sea.
