A place where all the colours run.
A place where every thought is joy
A place where love is free
from all the maddening games
you and I played, for kicks
I’d dream a land of plenty
but there are plenty of other places
you’d much rather be
and I’m tired of trying
to raise a glass and a smile
to the love we scrimp over.
I’d love to see a place
where all the colours run together
you’d rather scratch away
in the darkened alleys
the lower the place you keep yourself
the less height there is to fall
2 thoughts on “A Place of Plenty”
I feel the spaces in between.
Poignant! Repeated line bringing new imagery: ‘I’d love to see a place
where all the colours run together ‘.