A Poem About Phlegm.


Cognitive Dissonance

A grain of hope and a drop of will;
In this void, a thousand distractions fill.
Three dimensions, they push and pull.
The heart never as glee and full
As when in mind the dream once dwelled.
Of hope and will, the heart once swelled.
In three dimensions, they pulled and pushed
Till the dream and all hope were hushed.
To live for self or to live for them
The thought that clogs the mind with phlegm.
And to think in Mucinex freedom lies.
Must expel the phlegm ‘fore the dream dies.


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