The walk into this new world
got something akin to jumping funny
from one ice fragment
floating into the sea
to another.
Another time, another life,
we used to walk slowly
along the road,
with all our ducks in a row.
But now, not only
that our ducks are all over,
but one of them seems to be a
raven too.
Boo!
The old good time,
a nostalgia that will never came
back to us.
That utopia is long gone,
The work needs to be done.
If your mind if a monkey,
it needs to learn how to dance,
sweet romance,
you could tell at a glance
even with
that terrible stance, in that camp,
sending letters without a stamp
So you need to stop being a champ,
you cannot find that lamp
that will fulfil two or three wishes.
Take that wine, get out the cork,
and get back to work!
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