September 28, 2012

Status




STATUS

Pre-arranged reality
That’s where I live at
Everyday delusions
Disarranged chats

Cold and dimly lighted alley
Far more than usual
Least expected of
Than ordinary usual

Tears are tired
Of the overbearing pressure
Have all dried up
So desperate of these measure

Brass full of stains
Discoloured to the grain
Winds may have caused
Precious gems to fall

At least, there are some
Those are left let them come
Mediocre they may seem
They all fill my dreams

Though I’m unable
Perceived as unstable
I still do surely exist
Thinking I can’t desist

I guess I’ll be staying
And in sleep, I’ll be dreaming
And wish to again be
Go back to the normal me


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