“A Dream of Lost Ambition”

Through a long dead dream of tree-forests
I steer the winding, burning train
till it collides with your lost ambition
and pops into a pile of tax returns
which flutter away in a cloud of colour
to fall apart in a sudden purple downpour
of laughing little droplets of syrup.

 

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