cue the music
dim the lights
to darkness
scatter the children
to their dream worlds
to disengage
from living
from others
from feeling
anything
in the far right corner
of a sofa
in a barely living room
raise your right arm
then fold it down
across your eyes
closed
then open them
to pure consciousness
forged only of memories
the places you've been
the hugs of a mother
laughter of brothers
in the faces of sisters
in far away lands
the things you could've been
if only you had conviction
father
hide me away
from the ones who won't love
me
father
oh father
make this all go
away
and so your dreams
made real
games
made real
to occupy the places
where others live
don't dream
engage
don't play
and so stare
at the closed eyelids
behind folded right arms
and behold the children
like their father
dreaming lives away
cue the music
live the music
breathe it
until the end
live
here we go again
like waves
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