Daydreamer sits
And stares
For active
life he has no cares.
“It’s my
lot”
Day schemer shuns
Affairs
Even when he
grudgingly compares.
“It’s my lot”
Daydreamer resents
His hand.
“Why me?” he can’t understand.
“It’s my lot”
Day schemer plots
His birth
A new utopia on this earth.
“It’s my lot”
Day dreamer
Builds his city
His own! mores the pity.
“It’s my lot”
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