House of Dreams

A house of dreams I have become of all the places
I would rather be of faces I would rather see
my bitterness has pickled me and I should
run it off or fight challengers in the ring
to remember I’m alive if I could
understand the words when
birds they sing, would I be
nearer to the source
over the course
of time the
between who
I am and who I was
until no one knows me
anymore or remembers
anonymity swallows us all up
like living dead we sleep walk
through life avoiding truth at all
costs and stoning anyone who doesn’t
for all things unpleasant must be shunned
and the love songs say you’re the only one

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