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In my dreams I'm scared of things Scared of death and all it brings Scared that you might read these things Scared of the future, Scared of human beings The man in the shop, The person in power The child that sings a new song every hour Beckoning me back to a time of few worries None of bills, None of health, None of politics and prowess None of *** None of being scared to talk or talking too pc None of babies nor showers Or when's the next happy hour I jot this all down in the hope I'll remember The feeling I felt when I woke up this morning Dawn was arriving but not here quite yet I woke to a craving of diluted squash Mercan Dede still playing quietly, gently and soft I thought of enlightenment And how it could be Worryless, Fearless, Content with all But not for real The fear keeps you alive And the worries keep you sane But it's nice to wonder and ponder now and again Of how free you felt whilst cooped up inside It's nice to think it was better back then but where did I really go when I was just 10
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
In my dreams
In my dreams I'm scared of things Scared of death and all it brings Scared that you might read these things Scared of the future, Scared of human beings The man in the shop, The person in power The child that sings a new song every hour Beckoning me back to a time of few worries None of bills, None of health, None of politics and prowess None of *** None of being scared to talk or talking too pc None of babies nor showers Or when's the next happy hour I jot this all down in the hope I'll remember The feeling I felt when I woke up this morning Dawn was arriving but not here quite yet I woke to a craving of diluted squash Mercan Dede still playing quietly, gently and soft I thought of enlightenment And how it could be Worryless, Fearless, Content with all But not for real The fear keeps you alive And the worries keep you sane But it's nice to wonder and ponder now and again Of how free you felt whilst cooped up inside It's nice to think it was better back then but where did I really go when I was just 10
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oliver-onley
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
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