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I'll Dream Until The Sounds of Mops Bring Me Back to Reality

August 13, 2015
By gubblebum112 BRONZE, Spring,
gubblebum112 BRONZE, Spring,
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Favorite Quote:
"I've always spent more time with a smile on my face than not, but the thing is, I don't write about it."- Robert Smith


Houses made of clay
Lonely neighbors won't faze us
Our bodies are still filled with animation
What a wonderful vacation
But the boredom is getting to me
A night on the town should clean up my attitude
I'm looking for an easy way out
Any "NEED HELP" signs and I'd be glad
But there weren't ay and now I've gone mad
For miles and miles, there was nothing that I liked
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something I hated even more
People filtered in and out
As if there was a sale on water during a drought
My heart dropped when I heard shouts
But I was dragged into it
And I was scared for more my life
But I knew I was smarter than I thought
Yet while I was just going to let my brain rot
And I was going to have fun with it
I rejected opportunities even when I knew I wanted them
without notice, I was a completely different person
I was fearless, I didn't care
Laughing into the fire as if it was air
What should've been a nightmare
What would've been the end of me
Turned out to be amazing
I never expected to have fun with the brain dead


The author's comments:

This one is about a dream. A nightmare, actually. The title "until the sounds of mops bring me back to reality" is about when I woke up to the sounds of our house being cleaned. 


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