Easy now

we are weaving, dreaming reality
(there is no line between)
golden strings, silver threads,
baffling webs as natural,
terrifying, strange
as you and me.

played like fools in a crime,
hunted away original kind,
blinding colours, blinding lights,
streets whirling, tempted, flirting time,
the great divide,
mass suicide
(so much we hide)

say cheeeeese old friend!
the old show rolls into town!
you’re on camera now!
get up, shoelaces nice and tight!
please hold and wait,
…..now let roar, cry witch!


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