I had a reverse dream last night
My feet were weary before I started to run
Darkness stabbed me in the back before I could see the light

My eyes drained before I could cry
All the flower buds wilted before they could bloom
I fell desperately before I could even learn to fly

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Ben was a poor and simple-hearted man
Who had never achieved his fancy dreams and he lived on the streets
He was homeless and hungry yet he had many great fake fans

One of them told him that you are lucky that you do not have anything in life
You do not have a luxurious and comfortable home, a well-paid job
A large wealthy family with naughty kids or a nagging wife

Poor Ben could not afford to eat good food and buy fancy clothes
He had to sleep in dumpster in freezing winter days
He was selling tissues, matches and roses

Ben thought he had lost everything in his dismal life and he had nothing left to lose
But people used to tell him that he is lucky to be a naïve and a kind man
That he is lucky to wear filthy striped coat, torn pants and old comfortable shoes

He even gave them his only shoes, his stripped gray coat and his ripped pants
Ben was a gullible, hardworking, self-sacrificing and too generous man
At the end he was a man with nothing who lost everything to his phoney fans

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God used to live in our neighborhood and he visited us once in a while
but one day he took his luggage, his disaster-proof jacket and the recipe for the most life-saving pie

Nobody knows where he is up to these days
where he cooks his fancy dishes and what kind of game he plays

It's pouring rain every day in here, rain made of stones
God doesn't bring us his magic umbrella, his heroic cape and even his delightful ice cream cones

He is listening to music so loud
or he is hiding behind a fluffy cloud

He took all his things
his happiness flute, his shiny shoes
his sparkly spectacles and even his credits

Yet he forgot to take one thing
and that's the magic of being

I feel them inside me
they tell me what's right and how easy it will be

The spirits give me false hopes
they once pushed me down the Deep Dark Well and gave me rotten ropes

I feel God smiles at me sometimes
he uses rain sounds, wind, fire and ocean waves as his rhymes

He rings my doorbell and whispers that he is going to help me to overcome my fears
but when I open the door, God is not here

I know you might say that we all live under God magical spells
I still have hope that he will come back to us and fragrance this cursed and crowded place with his aromatic and savory smells

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