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Sunday 30 March 2014

Lost in Chaos



Sat in the bliss of time
Spiralling in this endless rhyme
Letters jumbled
Words are fumbled
Lost in a world of uncertainty
Danger of losing all dignity


Throat a perpetual sand pit
Pleading for a forfeit
Tempers are flaring
The mind a desert blazing

There’s a spanner in the works
Too much for the simple jerks
A thief has claimed the wheels
The words of the mouth he steals

Words become aloof
Noise but sound proof
Steps walk away
Cannot save the day
Farewell I say


If you tell me to stop dreaming,  then there's no point in me living