Engaged in quiet conversation
Or fruitless contemplation,
The dreamer goes on
Striving for unattainable goals,
For a utopia
Not wishing to make do with what he has,
He stries to perfect all about him
Bringing strife and confusion where he would have idyllic beauty.

Written December 8, 1986

A simple piece. This shows my contempt for those who have utopian dreams. It's a fine thing to dream; it's a poor thing to dream at the expense of others.

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