Do you wrestle with dreams?Do you contend with shadows?Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away.Your life is stolen.You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly.
Author: Frank Herbert
Do you wrestle with dreams?Do you contend with shadows?Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away.Your life is stolen.You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly.