Second Best [sonnet]

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Advice: always settle for second best
Do not imagine you can find your dream
Reconcile yourself to being like the rest
Always compromise, non carpe diem

Cauterise your grand imagination
Rebuke yourself each time you think of She
Know you’ll never find that soul-vibration
Content yourself to be fulfilment-free

In shock, I saw gold dust slip through my hands
Torn up, I wistfully watched the whole show
float like a feather across the bleak land
and fall to the earth as I let you go.

Wanting the heart of you, my guilty crime
Was it really so hard? I gave you mine


© 2011, Alan Morrison

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