Sunday, May 24, 2009

The Air Conditioned ball

I am in a ball

An air-conditioned one

Quite happy inside

Inside we smile

Only cry from happiness

Overflowing

With happily ever afters

Unending unconditional

Love

Love

But time is calling

In the name of adulthood

Forcing me to leave

The ball

To a world

of pain...of consciousness

Of hurt....of hate

Of hopelessness

Oh reality!

How terrible is adulthood!

If only I could turn the clock around

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