Tuesday, March 5, 2024

 


Mirage

It's time that I move on from here
I'm weak and so alone
I knew this day would come for me
a fact, I've always known...

A desert, every day and night
was all just camouflage
I thought I saw you many times
but only a mirage...

Perhaps another paradigm
a place, where I can thrive
Someone to hold me in the night
where I can feel alive...

I'm waiting for the great escape
oh please, do not delay
Take me now before I cry
and beg that I might stay...

Jon Arno 2024

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