I make my bed
thoughts of being homeless
rising in my head
but on the cardboard underneath
the polythene
I can dream of being a King,
not of the road but of a realm,
at the helm
of my ship.
The captain trapped in
circumstance.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
I make my bed
thoughts of being homeless
rising in my head
but on the cardboard underneath
the polythene
I can dream of being a King,
not of the road but of a realm,
at the helm
of my ship.
The captain trapped in
circumstance.
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