My spirit is stifled
my emotions numb
lifeless, listless
I roam this realm.
Rooted, petrified, dead
in the battle for bread.
The tyranny of monotony,
is that all there is to destiny?
Through wide open eyes
my troubadour mind flies
dancing birds and bees
fluttering butterflies.
Conjuring colourful worlds
fairies, angels, elves.
I dare not blink
lest darkness descends
happy I am
in my land of pretense.

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