Once upon a time

Once upon a time,
the sky was blue,
and I sat there
under the eyes, 
of the clouds above.

They swam through the ocean,
the sea of:
Birds, planes and memories
the one place where,
no matter where you stood,
it felt like home,
reassuring you,
reminding you, 
of the moments you spent,
staring at it,
when all was perfect.


Once upon a time,
things made sense.

Once upon a time there was a little boy

The little boy did not live in a fair world

twas a world about money

about prestations

not about emotions

the little boy was very sad

but every morning he woke up

he felt the same way

he wanted to escape

escape out of his house

escape out of his town

his country

as long as he was free

he would be happy

without restrictions

without worries

and all would live happily ever after

the end

Once upon a time,

in a land of pain and strife,

where everyday we suffer on,

one poor kid took his life.

And once upon a time,

in a world without a sun,

a war waged on forever,

but no one ever won.

Once upon a time,

in a world that had no fear,

everyone was miserable,

but no one shed a tear.

And once upon a time,

when hate poisoned the land,

and people raged with anger,

had died at each others hand.

Once upon a time,

I wrote a little rhyme,

that sent me back in time,

that I might watch this world get old and die

time afer time after time.

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