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Dizzy Dreamer
At first a naive dreamer with a heart for hope.
Oppressed by the torments and false promises of socialism.
Relaxing and teasing till the smoke clears, till it isn't enough.
Green turns grey over and over.
Is this it?
Bright blue iris's sparkle the new age; the new isle of pain.
But it wasn't.
It was but a glimpse of what could have been.
The name is not known; the location is not reachable..
I've been blind to my destruction.
I've been senseless to this new pain. Pain of hope. Or hopeless wonder.
Is it new? Is it, real? Most real I've ever felt.
I didn't get a chance. I should've asked her name, her number. Her life.
I see my pain now. The cure is gone and I see the pain. Maybe destruction should be invisible.
Ignorance is happiness. So is the cure.
How do i live with Neither?
