34. Daughter

I will keep the dream alive
From my mothers son
To my own foolish pride.

We dream all day of a lonely day's play
Where we all seldomly delve into solid day
The nights all but blend within
To a sodden. immortal din.

Yet we all crawl on to remove the son.
Dimmed filled livers to absolves our anchors.
But we all strive to hit and miss
To absolve our immoral bliss.

I will keep the dream alive
My own daughter is by my side
Dream a dream of moral pride.

We dream all day of a lonely day's play
Where we all seldomly delve into solid day
The nights all but blend within
To a sodden. immortal din.

We all welcome in the beaut
That once was out our only pewter.
Dream days the days that it was hers
And we all shall live oh so perverse.

The daughter is mine, fuck lobotomy
You shall give youth; beside lobotomy
Autonomy produced is the way the world spins.
What we once had; shall spin as once within.