Pipe Dreams
What is it you ignore?
My words you hear no more?
Wait. Do I bore...you?
There is nothing that I speak is new
Just words I think, I speak, defining all I see
Or is it me?
Standing alone on a beach
Sun heated, gazing across an ocean so vast?
Oh contrast
Polluted cities, no trees, no grass
Pockets lined with cash with
Streets paved with ash
Alas,
It's everything BUT a dream
Of people living so extreme
A thought so horrific, dare I even scream?
Is it crazy to presume
I'll wake up someday,
Safe in my room
Warm. Lying next to you?
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