Little were the dreams and little were dramas
Setting my happiness slowly upon frowning
I saw my faith drowning.
Turning away, if you could fetch me a moment
I wouldn’t mind spending an eternity,
buried under the color of my contemplation & misery.
Just a matter of connecting to the flash.
Like a ponder puff of fantasy of marijuanna.
Little were the schemes and little were my dreams
Betting my path slowly on clowning
I saw my faith drowning.
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