A 1987 Farm

Who’s dream is this life I arrived into?

Must have felt like rebellion, like sin too?

How reckless it seems from eyes?

Irrational even to weigh so much on them,

Alas it is a tale of theirs to be imagined,

Years later it clouds everything else…

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