DAYDREAM
THE LINES ARE DRAWN
IN A PUBLIC SANDBOX
imaginary lines
by imaginary empires
AND THE DREAMS
YOU DREAM AWAKE
ARE WEIGHING YOU DOWN
FROM THEN UNTIL NOW
THEY PULL YOU APART
HER ARMS ARE FULL
WITH REFUSED SHADOWS
THE ARCHITECT OF ALL OF THIS
SHE HAS NO FACE
THE POINT OF WAR IS…
WE CAN’T REMEMBER
WE DON’T KNOW HOW
To find a way HOME
ROMANTICIZED DRONES
ON THEIR DAILY SCHEDULEs
A MAKESHIFT PARADE
THAT ONLY DEATH CAN STOP
AND THE DREAMS
YOU DREAM AWAKE
ARE WEIGHING YOU DOWN
YOU’RE NOT MEANT
FOR DRAWING ARMS