Halcyon days'.
I`ve thought about those halycon days.
So carefree, yet so empty.
Tried to feel the pain of others.
For that outdated notion
Of us all being 'brothers'.
Oh yep!
Humanity.
Cried so hard to set you all free
Of the shackles,
Of our intellectual poverty..
'Matieralism'!
Manna from heaven?
(What an overated concept) .
Playing 'Ballerina' loudly in my early flat,
Thinking i was on the edge of stardom!
How you can fool yourself.
Believing in all those pipedreams
Of the man on the shelf.
poem by Peter Vealey
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