Palais Royal
Ah we so crave the sanity
existence must be put in a box
thus we will do all
for such happiness in a box
a creation in ways
of akia
we will drive 100km for a box
building our Swedish dreams
gangnan style
thousands consuming meatballs
no bull
In this crowd I smile in loneliness
floundering close to the sea
Life seems to have fled
the light seems to grow dim
nightmares seep into my torso
I know there is not much time left
before I too am dropped in a box
I ponder
as white rose petals fall at the end of spring
would any lover come to me
take my one arm
as I walk my lobster
In the garden of insanities dream
oh sexy lady
where art thou?
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