
There is no great reckoning or reverie,
No sojourn or romances.
For there’s such joy to find here in this every.
War, fight, died, dream, and beggary,
I care not for these dances.
There is no great reckoning or reverie.
I’m not a great man on a trajectory,
No soldier, bound by circumstances.
For there’s such joy to find here in this every.
For wishes are but a memory,
One cherishes with great chances.
There is no great reckoning or reverie.
Let the dreams betray, let them be exemplary.
Let them be false missions.
There is no great reckoning or reverie,
For there’s such joy to find here in this every.
By MID
