A New Paradise
Drag me headfirst facing the red lights,
Throw stones that turn to gold dust,
Cruise through a pile of crumbling structures.
The buildings of the past.
Critics drawing out rapier blades,
Their swords casted in flames,
On wheels we swerve the pathway,
Just three junctions away.
A pocket full of sad villains,
A swig of wine to another high,
Standing tall on this grey horizon,
Searching for a new paradise.
Copyright © Julia Ho | Year Posted 2016
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