Falling into the arms of an unsuspecting dream.
No polyphonic ringtones, no jelly and ice cream.
Just a future for the brave, and an exit for the lost,
The bold the daring the fearless who stand up and pay the cost.
If I was them then surely I'd have awoken from this daze,
Not broken, battered or under nourished, not forgotten in the haze.
The door they say is never shut for those who think before they speak,
The innocent, the guilty, the graceful and the weak.
As one accord we run to hold this door ajar,
Hoping that the lights still on and freedom isn't far.
Surely we can enter this world of make believe,
Where politicians politely smile and justice is conceived.
Timeless new starts, a world at our feet,
Someone to fear and someone to greet.
Convinced by a fortune, my heart on the line,
Preferably your way, exactly in my time.
I hope, I think, I shout, I know, I scream, I go.
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