just a dream

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blond heads bob up and down

i try and look around

all i see is gold gold gold

all i feel is old old old

i find a mirror 

and when i look

i see myself 

as a crook

i realize then

those weren't heads

but stolen nuggets of gold

stolen by me

that is what i think

but of course

i remind myself

it is just a dream

i feel the guilt

as it builds up

i look around

heads go up

i am stuck

i cannot move

they point and laugh

i start to cry

but of course

i remind myself

it is just a dream

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