Hopscotch
When you’ve been down for so long that your head starts to pop and you know that you’re drowning and know you can’t stop. When you know that there’s rhyme but you can’t see the reason and your head go on strike and your heart commits treason. When your stomach is turning, anxiety high, when your blues say hello and your hopes say goodbye. And confusion is squatting in the halls of your mind, wh...
Thursday 17th June 2021 11:58 am
There's a life
There is a life I can imagine, I could see us living there
We are dancing naked in a field, the girls have flowers in their hair
The 60’s are reborn again, Love is plentiful and free
We didn’t build a church to it, we just stopped to plant a tree
The factories became galleries, we adorned them with our art
We burned the houses of parliament, began a fresh new start
We made sundia...
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