FAR AWAY PLACES
I faraway places and dreams
I live out another existence
where nothing is quite what it seems
and passes with little resistance.
Unable to ward off my foes
I lie in an uneasy bed
hopelessly held in chaotic cycle
of woes to which I seem wed.
How did I get into this situation
good as I thought I had been?
Thinking of offering my resignation
in faraway places and dreams.
I sleep though I tumble and turn
fitfully night after day
hoping my dream will adjourn
but no remedy comes round my way.
In faraway places and dreams
I drift and I leave, or I stay
where nothing is quite what it seems
night after night after day.
How did I get into this situation
good as I thought I had been?
Thinking of offering my resignation
in faraway places and dreams.
In faraway places and dreams
in faraway places and dreams.
By John Brown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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