There is sunshine over the horizon
But I can't quite reach that place,
My dreams have run away
Misty clouds cover my head and face.
The mist gets thicker
My eyes of red conspire,
To tell my brain lies
my head begins to perspire.
The clouds get thicker
I'm on a train to deep dark city,
No time of specified arrival
This train only goes to Self Pity.
I search the corridors of said train
I'm all alone no ticket collector,
Faces peer in at windows
Telling me I can't get of at this sector.
We're are stopped at a red light
I have got to get of it's positive land,
It's my only chance of escape
Where smiles are of the positive brand.
I build up my courage and jump
Hurrah!! I am back in positive city,
Blimey that was close, but not easy
Sure put fear in me, I hate self pity.
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