While fantasy and daydreams sometimes help to
make reality bearable, sometimes it all goes away
and only bleak reality is left
Right now my reality is a horrible document, my
head sore, stomach upset - all for horrible words
telling a terrible tale and I hate it
But I'm paid to translate it, marching through a desert
of stupidity, no respite in sight until I reach the end –
I have no power left even for games
Nobody understands, all says I am doing it all wrong
I stopped to sing, ended the song until I reach the end
and can breathe again
How are you, what is happening in your reality
or - do you live in your dreams?
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