Golden Goose
Thoughts are laying eggs
Ideas about to hatch
Got throbbing a headache
Hands sucess to catch...
My mind is an illegitimate child
I brood so many children
They carry a dangerous mind
My feet about to scratch...
A hole in the ground
Future goals to next
Counted before they hatch
Here my failures to nest...
In my sleep they light a match
Turn my dreams into ashes
They burn as I helplessly watch
All my unfulfilled wishes...
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