All I crave is a pocketful of long lost dreams
You know the kind they creep in and steal whilst you think you sleep?
The ones that cause them to smirk and roll their eyes
As they shudder and mock at what is beneath your disguise
All I long for is a sprinkling of peace
As I wriggle through restlessness and your truth try to keep
What would it take to just feel I am okay?
That the screeching of my soul is my music to play
All I ever wanted was everything and freedom
And for the riddle of existence to feel like my own kingdom
Yet that’s not how it works says the pig to the cow
Silence! Bangs the judge as he rips through my perplexed brow
Until all I can feel is broken and depleted
As dreams spill from my wound like the impossible defeated
The cow and the pig and the judge tell me, now I am good
Because I stopped craving and longing and wanting, and felt what I should
All I ever wanted was to whisper with the moon
So choke me with your blue red pill for singing out of tune
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That was sadly beautiful, thank you. What a brilliant way to end it too, it felt some what peaceful or maybe at peace with it!
I’m trying to find peace... thanks for taking the time to read and for your encouragement 🤗
I'd like to say only we have the answers but I never really hear it until some else sing close to it!
I find time to find my tunes, I've got so many at the moment but one comes to my mind for you... I'll post it on my poetry today, when you find the time.
I’ll take a look 😊
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