To get to the other side
A place we yearn to breach
Somewhere I can't pretend anymore
My imagination spites me so
Tangles my fists into windless cuffs
And grins true with an uncanny smile
Such a place with vineyards and towers
In the distance beyond- rivers and streams
We live through life like poultry
Crossing one street after the next
Only to question why
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