I dont wish to dream now,
why to dream off,
for longer how,
could not be this possible ever,
neither this and not imaginating heaven,
beliving in them is all is now,
Just all fake and false somehow....
The lights covered under the shrouds,
Hunted under the the proudy haund,
Mortgaging me, and my load,
Exchanging them for my dreams, and my roads....
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