Encapsulated in a world of duty and obligation
I see no room for fantasy or imagination
no wind of September
can ever dismember
the longing I feel for illusion, fantasy and excitation
Only the stars of heaven can throw me a rope
at night when I sleep, its the only time I cope
the moon
is my woon
up there in the sky its the only thing that floats like hope.
September 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 10:24 PM UTC
Encapsulated in a world of duty and obligation
I see no room for fantasy or imagination
no wind of September
can ever dismember
the longing I feel for illusion, fantasy and excitation
Only the stars of heaven can throw me a rope
at night when I sleep, its the only time I cope
the moon
is my woon
up there in the sky its the only thing that floats like hope.
September 23, 2021
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