Wistful daydream, you have sung your last song,
The blue jay is dead, and life has gone wrong.
Hear the silence as it screams in your ear,
The crushing pressure is all that is clear.
Harpsichord strings have all now snapped,
The shell you reside in now has you trapped.
A well fought battle this earth to you has given,
Tensions and burdens to madness you've been driven.
Petals of flowers lay shriveled at your feet,
What can be done; wake and repeat.
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