Recitation!

Recitation!

Dystopia: Where Fortune Comes First

 

Dystopia\

Chrystal tears too gloomy tonight 

Can you hear my heart?

Things are going off these days

I am waiting by the road of sighs

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Can somebody please call a fireman?

My heart is burning flames

Can someone please call a friend?

I need a shoulder, someone to blame

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I cry, unheard. I bleed, unnoticed!

Fragile, until the end

I need, gone!

Break the silence: sigh!

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A tear slowly escapes my eye

It tickles, it hurts, it dies!

Another follows and some more

Still the same: it all goes!

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Ah, feel the breeze punishing my skin

I should have worn something;

I should have listened.

My fault. I admit.

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I lie, think not the opposite of truth,

On the ground and listen to roses

Telling me different stories

About a lost land.

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I stuffed my head deeper in the ground

I try to find the perfect map

Treasures, gold, fortunes

All I have ever needed

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One thing missing: who to take?

To the unknown: who to trust?

Fortune: who to share with?

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Aye! Fortune not what I need but company!