All Kinds of Jazzy Shit!

No dream can last forever,
unless this chase becomes a fever,
Not a sickness, more of a disease.
A false sense that we can do things with ease,
A false thought of gleeful aspirations,
A false hope on getting there with no altercations.
Nothing can be done in a breeze,
You're there in an indefinite freeze,
While others progress in leaps and bounds.
Time to sleep on cold ground.
Envy tastes so bitter on the tongue
Carry on and come back in a bang.
Get up, you can't wait much to long


Some thoughts up above
Some Herman Hesse on the title
Some EchoDroides to listen to