The Dreamland

We all ran away to the verdant dreamland

To put the grey juggernaut to our backs

And pitched up our yurts in the pleasant spring wind

Away from the sick sea of cars and people.

We gathered in unity around the may-pole

To forget the days trapped in comfortable boxes

And spoke of the future we would forge

Away from the dreamless, cynical, money machine
 

Something followed us along the path of our quest

Walking with slow, deliberate strides

Many months, weeks and days behind

Faceless and without beauty it came.

One night, as we slept, it slipped beside us

Like a terrible incubus, and when we woke

It was rattling there again, inside.
 

We all ran away to the verdant dreamland

But the concrete blocks followed us there

And the howls of abuse followed us there

And the scars in our souls followed us there.

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