Dreamer

Its a mad mad world
but the dawn is near
I care no more
nor I live in fear

Its a somber I am trapped
in, a tunnel so dark

not to resent I only breathe-in
exhale the melancholy-
the everyday pain
Its a mad bad world
that I not so fit in

Call it a wish or a horse I ride
may I be a romantic or a maniac
dream weaver all day
-chasing a golden dream

Breathing the heavy soot
smoke of a toxin
Hope is not dead and so am I
I await a lustrous sky.

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