Gord

2025-01-06 03:28 am

Haven't you seen the sequins?
Salsa, nude beach, bean dip,
There, now eat like you speak:
About dreams and freedoms.
Again, please...

New Year, new people,
You, everyone but me.
Time to stand in the mirror, 
Cowering in fear, staring distant.
Again, but not for me...

I see sequins about a face,
And fruit trees. My dream lives,
Not in castles distant, so far away,
She's serving coffee down the street.