Talk abound of that place Where all is cool No hassle No worries At all No problem All is swell Smiling folks under a spell Perhaps believe it is for real That their pain is a passing feeling That the sights are mere mirages Walking like zombies Responding like robots to commands Till they drop dead Even then the witnesses Cling on hope That they will awake To see it gone tomorrow That tomorrow never came So dreaming never ceased That paradise recedes further away Looming large and larger is hell Which they see But do not acknowledge All this is a dream Dreamt by people in deep slumber In a land by the sea Smiling all the time With no problems at all No worries what so ever Amen
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Posted - 10 May 2009 : 00:17:08
