Dreams silly, fragile and gay, Kept in a freezer come what may, Packed tight in silvers and zips alike, Making sure no one got a dime.
Wished for it to open one day, Heated and served the old China way, Wrap it around like the winter mink To keep me warm when life turned grey.
Time to throw the freezer away, Out came tumbling the secret sways, Remembering jiffy bags hurled at bay, Tried quick to gather the hays. But O! It has spilt all over
Glistening drops in sun n rain For everyone to peep and hover, What’s in there for the vain. Go to the park, go for a walk Mourning once what was bound- Ready to piece with souls who talk, Blend the colours with the sound.
Standing transfixed by the road Where the side walk ends, Looking at my thoughts flowing by, I wondered if it’s time to change… ‘life is calling’,said a voice ‘Not again ‘, ‘cos I only know why, But the passing breeze whispered then, No harm in giving a second try!
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