Fever Dream
Tell me what your hopes are made of.
Let me know my dream has finally come true.
Let me know that there is an answer and like a compass locks you,
It's whirling round.
And when they have found the child who doesn't leave, their love is in vain.
And when the minds that make up a decent family,
Are all in a spiral of desperate danger?
My world is filled with endless dreams.
The future holds a child in this world, who'll grab your arm, who will find an answer.
Is the innocent search for the right, wrong?
The word happiness only has to offer,
A prayer for good news for the blind and trouble for the rich.
My world is filled with the glasses of pleasure for all the windows are broken, like my dreams.
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Honey Drops and Pen Stains
PoetryTravesty, overcome by little else but life's muses; It's jokes. All of this is my original poetry, please do not steal