samedi 9 décembre 2006

I dream of things that last
While in some oversized pool
Floating brains crash old memories,
Urging to drown the past

I wish to buy shades of green,
Make attempts at trying
And then after failing, remember to
Show you something you've never seen

I think of my future retreat
At the same time, you blow balloons
Towards my face, laughing and screaming,
Denying it will ever become concrete

I say if all "yes"es lead to a trap,
Why wake up at all?
I'll pick up hippos and zebras
And learn not to fall, plan my next escape

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