The Only Way There Is

on sunday mornings when the

sun comes flooding in through

the window

all of my mistakes and

all of my regrets

shine with a beauty that makes me

smile from ear to ear

the madness that burns brighter

than the sun

the sadness darker than the

deepest sea

it dazzles me completely

sometimes, i fall down

and find out

i’m not like them at all

but it doesn’t mean a thing to me

all that matters are my dreams

the visions, that colour my mind so vividly

the lives of others, the games they play


less to me

than the mysteries of a venereal disease

so just let me lay here

drenched in sunday calm

smiling at the mess of wonder i am

it’s the only

way there is

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