Because

Wings ~ Philip Brent

Wings ~ Philip Brent

As I lay slumbering, snoring aloud
Far from lumbering, boring crowd
Dreamed I was a hound fleet of foot
Then, I’m a hedgehog playing a flute

My dream turned scary; I was a man
No escape, no matter how fast I ran
Then I became the spirit of this Earth
Felt ill-used and thin, despite my girth

I tremble, spew fire, but it’s not enough
Mankind still drowns me in toxic stuff
I awake and find I am an angel instead
No help there, like the Earth, I’m dead

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