In states of inertia
There are no bodily ties
Picturing wonder
Behind closed eyes
Dreams are fickle
They seldom come true
Impossible visions
Of things we’ll never do
Delusions of talent
Cravings of fame
To live in a world
Where they all know your name
Bored of the mundane
We dream our lives away
Only to wake disappointed
In the cold light of day
Most of us live our lives like this, I try to be optimistic, quite a sad write Nik 10 Lynda xx
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Excellent, I just read a cheery, optismistic verse that totally rubbed me the wrong way and actually left me feeling more hostile than encouraged or inspired as I'm sure was intent. Anyway, yer verse, aye, juss what I needed after such an unsettling encounter. Yer opening stanza is one I'd consider doing something illegal or immoral to have come up with. It's fookin' brill, and really should have been mine. Which leaves me wonderin' what yer might have done that was illegal or immoral in having come up with it. Come on now, spill... Don't be like that, you don't have to conceal such from me juss cos we've never even spoke before. Yer have a nice rhythm beatin' this un out too, and all in all, it's a very solid verse. Yeah, I dig it. Oh, and it left me feelin' not at all hostile, but rather kind of chipper to be quite honest with yer. Keep well, 'Anna