| One day, I really woke up I opened my eyes and left dreams behind I had arrived in reality Looking out on a world of black and white My life printed between the lines of a newspaper, Trapped as the black bars of letters held me in I realised that the bars were the harshness of the world My padded cell the tranquil & calm I live in. The dirty, murderer's bars hold me in The drugs, the pollution, the needless pain. I am alone. Pleading with those who keep the bars infront of me, -The people that surround me- I made a break for freedom Ran into the warm arms of nature, unspoilt culture. I looked back and saw what we have created. I did not want to be between the lines of the paper I wanted to be free, I wanted to put colour in the paper Smiles on faces that have not experienced them before Hatred and war replaced by love and joy Forget glossy magazines making the world look good Remove the gloss and truth raises its ugly head The world should be like a glossy magazine But without the cutting down of trees to make it, Or the gloss to hide the truth. I return to my dream- can this ever be? |
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