What do you do
	When even poems
	No longer soothe,
	No longer promise
	Hope or joy?
	What do you do
	When dreams
	Stop coming true?
	(As if they ever did!)
	What do you do
	When you stand
	Lost upon
	The continent
	Of your life,
	And everywhere
	You gaze
	Your choices fade
	Into the same
	Endless haze
	Of unfulfilling days?

10/29/84

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