He wakes every morning
Yet never he wakes
At daytime he dreams
Of heights and peaks.
Wishing all the time
Of starting his life’s journey
Yet always waiting
For that right time to strike.
But never comes the time
Never comes the day
His life goes on and he
remains a living dead.
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