There are fields of golden yellow
In the world of polished brass
And although the sun is mello
My moves are simply crass
I'm a bumbling, blundering idiot
In the swirling mass of reality
So in calm repose I'll sit
And wait for the end of calamity
At the end there are no flowers
And at the beginning the fields were snow
And other worldly, super powers
Struggled to make me grow
The sun in dreamscape has faded
And the moon is fairly dim
And I wish to fairly escape
But am held still at the stars' whim
And all of this is puzzling
How easily I can bamboozle
The masses in mainstream bustling
With the simplest little croozle
Lost between my two worlds
I'll sit calm and wait
Until everything unfurls
Between reality and dreamscape
taladri1234 Community Member 
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