Leslie Low - Days in the Sun

How about the days in the sun?
Talking about the ways we're different
From everyone around
From everyone we've found
Stranded on this island of hope
With no other ways left to look
For answers to their doubts
To questions floating about
What's left of their dreams from the morning of make-believe?
Who lies in their clothes from the dawn that they broke?
What about these lines in the sand?
The indistinct human they defend
Persistently until the lines blur up the real
Looking to the neighbours for clues
On how to live their lives by the rules
Where answers can be found in articles abound
The motes in their eyes obscuring their alibis
Reciting by rote the mantras they spoke
What about our days in the sun?
We could hide away from everyone who never dreams
The indistinct human they defend washes away in the sand
What's left of their dreams from the pages of magazines?
They're learning by rote the talk that they spoke with nary a joke

Written by:
Leslie Low

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