Being Poetic..

My heart flows with a pressing deception
Like a bird in a cage, I feel trapped with no direction
These dark streets will have no mercy
On the faint of heart, living a life in naivety
Pressed to believe the lies
It’s a fiction I constantly read with my eyes
I’m walking around in disguise
Living in a matrix with no place to hide
Sometimes I just want to sleep all day and disappear
To a place where the wine flows freely
A place where my enemies are friendly
A place where the love is so thick it becomes surprisingly tasty
Though, there are traces, of which I can’t ignore
Inside lies the music of the beauty of life that I so adore…
It’s a song which reminds me of somewhere I’ve never known
Does somewhere like this exist?
Will I find it?
If it does, then where is it?
I think I’m just dreaming
Poem: I’m Dreaming
Author: Jason Perry

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