deep in my misery i begin to wallow,
undressed like feigning the scare crow,
i'm falling, yet i fail to let go,
of the fantasy that comes with the rainbow.
of the lucid gift of pot of gold,
of the grief even if its just a day old.
i'm just asleep trying to escape from being old
i just want to let life and love flow,
i want the sun to constantly glow,
Perhaps one day i'll know,
even in my secret obsessive row,
and my private,solitary show,
i take a bow,
yet i've been seen by one i do not know....
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