Friday, August 24, 2012

Dream


Doesn’t take long
To write a song,
Right a wrong –
Just a few words
And a revolution.
Doesn’t matter much –
Words and such
(A coward’s crutch
When the lights go out
And the curtain’s drawn).
So, lap it up:
The adoration,
The consternation,
The adulation,
The remonstration…
Not long now
Before they leave,
And it’s time for you
To wake up.

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