Monday, 7 August 2023

Peggy

Why ask for serenity, like we're creatures in a jar, rescued from the sea, put together in a frame, note a different mark, something you can't name, if others set us free, a distant bell afar, takes you back to childhood scenes, is this a different age, you drive an electric car, it still feels strange, nothing fills our need, except a hazy fog, somewhere we can dream, dancing on the waves, a sail across a spar, toss overboard stuff's wreckage, all the things you see, all the time we're not, that's just us laughing, we carry on.

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