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Waking Dream



Eyes shut I lay awake as my mind wanders
Half asleep only my body slumbers
I touch, see and feel
Black-outs
Never knowing what's real
But the pills give me my favourite me
Who cares about lapses in memory
No more drumming along
I sing, dance and remain free
Free from insecurity
Free from the doubt
So if they can package happiness
Who am I to live without?
No anger
No pain
I don't shudder at the sound of my own name
Oh so utterly devine
For a mind perverse such as mine
Candyfloss soft
Chocolate and cake
Merry little lamb
Never dwelling on mistakes
Re-acquinted with my poetry
Writing again so organically
It's part of me
Joy in the bottom of a bottle
Joy at the burning out of a bud
Joy running through veins
Setting my thoughts on fire
But it is only the packaged happiness that gets me higher

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