Right or wrong?
Black and blue dandelions sprout bountifully
Through arid desert lands decorating the broken red clay
As my feet drag through the deep dark blue
In this dream world I have made through my addictions of my
unfettered gluttonous desires
That I cannot say no to
I looked up inward to something deep in the sky
Sleeping on the stars as the moon cushions the hysterical
madness my mind
Wasted words fallen on deaf ears
Sentences strung together to approve some selfish neuroses
to always be right
Never allowed to let go
I shan’t waste my ink on the concerns of children who fuel
petty tyrannical fires
I need a supplication in this dream
To tell me if I am right or wrong?
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