Imagine how sweet is the pursuit of day-dream.
You need not get up or get dressed;
Pyjamas with day old stubble will do fine.
No rush for the train with mismatching sock.
Feel high-powered, in the dingy bed, your throne,
Yo-yoing between truth and reality, a sly kaleidoscope,
Being the boss of your boss, barking orders?
But the day will come, all dreams shattering!
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