dave · Nov 10, 2011
two worlds

I live in two worlds, they used to be one

When last peace I had? a memory gone.

Conflict felt as gravity pulled

Masks grew thicker, the world fooled.



It's quieter now, the distance increased

between two homes the tension eased.

Back and forth in my homes I live

Present in one, my manner furtive.



Rules, rules, rules, judgement, conformity,

In this world I work, am seen blindly.

Beginnings and ends, a being above,

Here I am offered the gift of love.



Inside I am God, I do as I please

Nothing forbidden, no-one to appease.

Impossible things I create with my hands,

This world of wonder has no sign of bands.

I can fuck the most beautiful woman I see,

Hell why not invite all to an orgy?

But this world has an enormous vice:

I cannot touch anything, that is the price.



So now I travel, going here going there

Telling no-one of my secret affair.

 
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