Hopes

Just a list of my hopes.

Having no life and not seizing the day,
is the sin of a dirt-water town.
The Devil take all of you sinners away,
may he burn this whole place to the ground.
I hope the foul smoke lifts me up to the sky,
I hope I can swim on the rain.
May it wash the smoke soft as a lullaby,
I hope that I never get sane.
I hope that my madness can fly me away,
far away from the rational ground.
Having no life and not seizing the day,
is the sin of a dirt-water town.

Author's Note

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