A mind storm, space truckin', helter-skelter
Cellophane flowers and lemon trees
A crazy train, a magic carpet ride
Open your eyes, you're out of control
Under pressure, act naturally
Hush, let it be, I'm so tired
Dream on alone on the hill
It's all right now
Numb.
- An anonymous worker in Richard Cory's factory.
2 comments:
Odes are beautiful. Every reader gets her/his own picture of the poem and what more can a writer want. Suits writers who have an imaginary readership that is diverse.
I failed to see an ode, all apologies ;).
However, I did make a connection. Make that a few. Bang bang, I hit the ground.
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