Cafe' of dreams, <br />are you my meditation hall, <br />where instead of in rows <br />on pillows, watching thoughts, <br />we sit at little tables, <br />committing thoughts to paper, <br />thoughts and feelings, too, <br />returning stronger to the world, <br />carrying a gift, <br /> <br />or are you more <br />like an opium den in which, <br />imbibing potions, <br />each one dreams <br />a vapid dream, <br />creating worlds that don't exist <br />and battling shadows <br />that never walked the earth?<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cafe-of-dreams/
