I have something small to say
- A secret I cannot keep.
I write it down during the day
And, in the night, I try to sleep.
Oh, damn those sons of Pan!
Never has any dream
Done any good to any man.
Dreams are not what they seem.
It had the echo of a bathroom
And the moonscape of the sea.
It held me in a clever zoom
To hide the truth from me.
That mirror in my head
Was both pleasant and real.
It shattered on my bed
Leaving just a wet seal.













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