ht.crest

Square foot of space

Hopes and dreams
and the troubles in between
My infinite pride
is worthless it seems.
Boundless feats
of extraordinary measure
all of that trouble
for a blink of pleasure
Everyone I know
and all that I will meet
will never know
my pathetic deceit
I drive and I dance
and I jump on my feet
But I listen to songs
which sing of defeat.
It’s been a while
since I felt like a kid
wrapped in a cocoon
my heart under a lid
I long too much
for a loving embrace
decades I will burn, for a square foot of space.

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