Like an unquenchable fire
Opens the bottled cry
Afterall it's here
It was the best language
Still is the best language
Inbetween the dream-me
If in those passages
I'm made to jump the stairs?
Like an unending film
It rolls along
I didn't get to view it full
Just the advert not the content
Its all wrapped in anxiety
But I still get to choose
Where have I gone wrong?
"Its for the best" they say
I got to brace up
Cos if I don't who cares?
By and large, I understand
Thanks to the happy pains
Written in golden letters
Those lively tears
Some hated love-pains
Those warm embrace
Somehow I wish they could return
Oh to be blank again I crave
Still in between the dream me
Give it the lovely pats
Follow the marks inscribed on
By those carefully drafted spanks
Those stairs I couldn't jump
I still can't jump and will never
I wish I could,
I feel like I'm stucked
In between the dream me
What to do?
One day at a time
Morning breaks gradually
Mr. Superbeing holds the me
Those dreams
The me
Shall reveal the dream me.
inbetween the dream me
lies veiled sights
who shall unfold
time will tell
time will unfold
inbetween the dream me
Monday, 1 April 2019
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