I am a ghost in this place
Change my name, same face
About turn
Black to white
Shades of beige
into grey stone
Belated birthday kite
Lies on the floor
I am ever alone
How can I endure?
Swallows are swallowed
Up by a sky
So blue
It hurts my eyes
I am lost in a vast ocean
Like them
There's only one homing
Beacon
It's a construction of when
A false memory of the past
I've built a castle of it in my mind
Recently it's been so far away
I thought I could cut the bind
But it frightened me to lose my dream
I cannot live without it
So it seems
I suppose it is escapism
But don't wish to live
in this British live strem
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