I live in the Twentieth Century <br />and you lie here beside me. You <br />were unhappy when you fell asleep. <br />There was nothing I could do about <br />it. I felt hopeless. Your face <br />is so beautiful that I cannot stop <br />to describe it, and there's nothing <br />I can do to make you happy while <br />you sleep.<br /><br />Richard Brautigan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-live-in-the-twentieth-century/
