Sorry.
You can’t dream about that.
This is not your glory.
It’s not anyone’s to get.
You try hard,
But that’s not enough.
Try harder, get a red card.
You’re not the one. They laugh.
You may scream.
Or shout, or cry. Nobody minds.
Until you start to dream.
For to dream is to take off the blinds.
Dream, wish – destroy your prison.
Brick after brick, it will fall.
Eventually you’ll find the reason.
You move – and others stall.
Soon you’ll see another stone sack.
Let it not stop you, go you forth.
Freedom is not like a sword on the rack.
You’ll have to show what you’re worth.
And if you’re lucky and stubborn enough,
At the end of your life you’ll hear and see
The sea-gulls white-lining the sober and rough,
But open and welcoming, the life-boiling sea.
Getaway
© Copyright: Белая Маска, 2010
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