tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52744719117782385832023-06-20T22:08:41.074-07:00Living Out A B-SideCampbell McIntoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02971045747447025778noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274471911778238583.post-40993150016999442882009-12-15T21:25:00.000-08:002009-12-15T21:27:48.815-08:00LowMy dreams are painted with lead<br />There are no other options<br />What you see if what is left<br />We cannot go back again<br /><br />My dreams are painted with lead<br />The walls do not connect<br />The air tastes like copper<br />I cannot see the sky<br /><br />There is a tree on the hillside<br />But the leaves are all dead<br />I stare at the pavement<br />“It is not as bad as it seems”<br />Well, I think it is<br /><br />We cannot go back<br />There are no other options<br />Open your eyes now<br /><br />Where are we?Campbell McIntoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02971045747447025778noreply@blogger.com0