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“Paradise by the dashboard light,” such great wonders both day and night.
If all we need lies at our feet why so many lack food to eat?
Gilded cage where I sit and dream, sheepish bleating with throat of cream.
Eyes of red that circle the flock longing to sup on what I’ve got.
Curse from darkness, extinguish light, can sheep survive or must we fight?
I bathe in sunlight feeling cold, longing for dreams that could unfold.
Words from a heart that feels twisted, throat for others or slit own wrist?