Hopetown

In the middle there was a lady.
Whispering words of order
For those who were aware
Of their own stupidity

Those were the days
In wich we were happier.
Though lost.
Nothing left,
So true.

No more of those pity eyes over me.
Leave me,
I'm on the edge
The goddamn limits
Of Hopetown.

The hand on my shoulfer is cold,
Connects me to the forgotten shores
Of an already rotten brain.
I'm not there anymore.

You can't have the bride and ride the racing horse.
You can't understand.
So true.