after the novel

After the novel

The elderly gent next door drinks a few beers
before going to bed, to fall asleep quickly and
avoid unwanted dreams
We can say his dreams are a myriad of chaos 
of thoughts ducking up  like mushrooms 
after rain
A rhapsody of life lived, a colored tapestry 
lightening up the dreamless, who, in utter
despair, no, no, this can't be true
You are mixing up your life with books you 
have read and made the content a part of the
truth, to give you strength to  meet the day
and not fall into apathy playing poker with life
slowly, the morning came, and night had been
hectic, love stories and romance, nothing 
for it, books have helped ruin  his life