Functional Reality Poem by Kevin Condron

Functional Reality



You can walk a path through trees and fields
and gaze at cirrus clouds up high
And thoughts may pass through my mind at speed
of pleasant times gone bye

Of youthful strolls through London town
with endless time and space and dreams
Now locked in memories, with no key
forever trapped or so it seems

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