Foolish is the Heart

how foolish is a heart
spoken loudly and echoed apart
wishing ever just a lout
but learning now a beautiful dream
means nothing except the screams
aren’t overwhelming

alone in a crowd of blue and shrouds
death curdling yells and
and harsh texture smells
take a sleuth to find
which moment of these is mine
the dream or what now I find

how foolish is a heart
spoken loudly and echoed fond
wishing ever just a lout
but learning now just a nightmare coming
mean nothing except the smiles
aren’t overwhelming

melting down in a field of crowns
a blissful dance and children abound
a single neuron can find this place
except the monster staring back
the mug that may be mind
the dream of what now I find

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