poem

I remember when they all laughed, when I wore squeaky shoes to his wake. I laughed with them wearing rainbow hair, wacky clothes and a painted face. But I wasn't laughing with them, I'm sure soon now you'll understand. I laughed, because nobody, fucking nobody, understood my plan...

With wings of dream I fly, as time is passing by. My soul may go to heaven, yet reality is leaden. With wings of dream I fly, as years are moving by. My wings are made of fantasy, my home - of reality. With wings of dream I fly, as lives are flying by. Time is an illusion, my...