Do you hear the people sing?
Yes?
The more i hear
The less i feel.
I keep rubbing
A phantom gland
Maybe muscle memory
Its no aladdin's lamp
All i feel is sore
Crying for once more.
Maybe its not a portal
But a wound
we have overcome
Maybe now its time
To stop hearing
And start listening
Begin once again.
A grown up baby
is not grotesque
Its just groot.
So
Inhale the music
The scent of today!
Get goosebumps
Heck! Even enid blyton
Lets catch smugglers in
Mysterious moors
Please just hold that magnifying glass
Very tight
On the famous five senses
You will be born again
And this time you will dance.
Written for the what's going on? challenge
And PU prompt of beginning again and again.
