My World
Glass roads and blue trees,
shapeless void to me unfurled;
dreams and shadows cast
black and grey in my world.
Rivers rise from nowhere,
going nowhere, going nowhere;
waterfalls are but tears
wept by man, going nowhere.
Glass slipper, lace of gold,
brings realisation of growing old;
and still a shapeless void
going nowhere - going nowhere.
No sunshine yet no rain
only agony, feeling pain.
Dreams are made to stay
in my world - another day.
© 1968 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh
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