don't be so foolish <br />to think <br /> the worlds' an oyster <br /> for you. <br />it's all in the way you're dreaming. <br />there's no validity behind it. <br />don't look for diamonds <br />in a sea of glass. <br />you're in the wrong moment, <br />you're not together enough <br />to be climbing mountains. <br />the sun is hiding his eyes from you; <br />you're still <br /> crouched in the dark. <br />don't be ridiculous <br />and think <br /> the stars are lining up <br /> for you. <br />nobody is watching you. nothing is growing. <br />no bells ring, no river runs, <br />no cars go <br />to take your body home. <br />clouds are still turning black <br />above you, <br />and you aren't getting any happier. <br />you're not as important <br />as you imagine. <br />you're not so strong, not amazing at all. <br />don't be stupid <br />and think that <br /> you're getting any better, <br />'cause you're not.<br /><br />Scott Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delusions-7/
