Song 44 – My bad real dream

I was rampant
in a hallway
clean of people,
doors and views.

I was alone.
I kept chasing
a rising anguished tone.

I had a bad dream so,
flat on my back.
My dear ones beside, asleep,
with whom I missed the knack.

I’m not sure of now how,
just how am I doing?!
You can’t see how I love,
so you see me losing.

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