Enoch Dreams
“Exile on Main Street”
Is what we'll call it.
It hurts to say
But I want you to stay,
They took our city,
Your dreams,
And my Enoch dreams as well.
Alone we stand and
Together we'll fall apart,
Endlessly,
Like my Enoch dreams.
The rivers run red
And our hearts run blue,
The city….
They took the cities too.
Its Enoch dreams.
They asked me
“Who are you?”
But they don't care;
So we'll dance all night,
Dance ‘till day,
Like in our Enoch dreams.
Copyright © Kevin Pina | Year Posted 2014
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