In an old town,
the dead are alive,
and those alive are dead.
Things are tipsy turny in this town,
and nothing truly makes sense,
only my distant dreams,
totally untouchable,
misunderstood,
in short,
crazy.
I dream of flying,
eating pigeons to taste,
sleeping on old clouds about to fade,
and just living life out of this crazy place.
Crazier than my makeshift dreams,
that are more attainable,
than a doctors degree,
or a home,
where love is real,
and not some fairytale,
made out of cardboard boxes,
and too many drinks at the local bar,
before coming home to the kids,
and having to tell a story,
not out of a book,
but stupidity.
But it pushes the young,
to dream torwards the impossible,
or just to dream about dreaming about happy things.
Happy and stupid things parents never gave,
never wanted to give to theirs kids,
scared it might cost them,
a few beers .
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Well written, very different and very true, unfortunately.. You have a splendid talent, keep writing (talking), people are listening..
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thank you so much!!!!
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mmm,this is different, more a persons veiw on life as it were, its a great write though and you state some things here that many people think in a well spoken or wrote way, i loved the forming of the words and the simple ending which referred to the point
well done
white
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thank you!
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Wow
What a marevellous piece. Aotly named too!
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