Comfort N Fantasy

 Comfort N Fantasy

~Miss A


Over the top, near the clouds, looking at the sea and the hound of light,

Over all the ginormous quest of looking out, clearly gone without a fight,

In the comfort of purring winds, as if a princess dazzling the sequins,

Cray-cray the world, it's all a fantasy, midst of mews, a true queens.


True fiction arises in two forms, the beast of pain, and the room of clueless,

There's nothing mediocre, mediocrity is made for reality, dreamy not ruthless,

To chase impossibility knowing only right, stupidity with chaos, going in spirals,

A Summers-Sangria, Autumn-Amaretto, Scotch-Spring and just Water for Winter.


Taste as vivid as yesterday, but where has the day been, so-so gone in dillydally,

Lost in a genuine deceit, and where was the last seventy years, done silly-sally,

Totally brainwashed by feel good movies and songs, by all those sweet-endings,

Watching life just pass by, with a glimpse of hope in the escape, lord these cravings.


Where is the sanity, let's go see this world, make a city underwater, have candy stars,

Go riding a pony, and recite a win-win race rodeo with a fine tuned red feminine luxury car,

Why am I so alone in all these dreams, wish could share it with someone, sound weird out of me,

Treason is what we live in, there's no heaven no hell, it's just now and never here again, you see.




 


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