Let
me not resort
To
the world of dreams
With
you and your colours.
Parties,
jewels, porcelain,
Chandeliers,
operas, cakes...
Pretty
women and scheming rakes
Dancing
away in black or white
Or
pink or blue I have no clue.
I
can’t choose what to wear.
I
wake up in a yellow shirt
With
tears and frays and lots of dirt.
I
am a creature of a dark hell
And
I know too well
That
dreams in my world
Are
like a cow’s bell-
They
move from shed to field
And
come back to the shed feeling unwell.
Time
here is very long-
Little
food and a tattered old song...
But
men here are very strong
That
is all that they’ve learnt to be.
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