Yellow marigolds smiling
in the night
grey clouds and dinner sounds
these people
never let their children sit still
they run about the beach
their grown up dreams
out of reach
out of reach
daddy uses plastic cards
buys them pizza slices
the wind blows wind past them
past my glasses
casting shadows
This tall streetlight
mimics the sun
while I write this
the sky dimming down
I don't want to leave this
bliss nirvana
don't want to hand over this
tonight tomorrow
crash in the work and the calls
people I don't wanna speak to
only just getting to know myself
through the chaos that
surrounds you
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