Brief Lives

I dreamed that we were laughing at our brief lives
While making newspaper boats float
In a puddle of tears
That streamed down our eyes.

I dreamed that we gazed at the stars
And they started falling one by one
And turned into a ball of fire
That consumed me.

I dreamed of clowns and mimes and fools
And shook my head at each illusion they created
(And I once believed.)

Then one day I stopped dreaming
And my hopes vanished altogether
And I died.