Tanned Sand Recliners

Its cold outside
but you feel warmth
on the declining slide .
There's cold in your ears
frozen eyes produce light bulbs of tears
they attempt to melt down realities fears .
Tell me , when you walk home
do you feel the crisp biting wind
do you hear it groan
are we
or is it just me
estranged in my own alone
unreality .
I know I exist
at least
I hope
does everyone else
could they cope .
What is it of we consist
is it just a part of one anothers imaginations mist.
I know theres a sun somewhere behind a cloud
we all know the earth is round
and ears hear a sound
and hands of undeserve always clutch the pounds
their owners are tanned
living recliners
who own the fine wine and liners
amid the solar ultra
of all around .
But its still cold outside
as I walk home
please tell me am I not alone
Written by diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
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