Forty long years, forty long days it has been
That have I trapped in this hell.
Forty years may not seem long to some
For me there has been unseen battle
After another since 1979
Those mountains are getting harder to climb now.
Just imagine not even the day of my birth.
No, I'm bitching and raising hell for
I'm still trapped in the region where they
Placed me after losing my roots.
Surely wish I was brave as my imagination,
For I'd be exploring the caves of some unknown territories.
Be up dancing with the stars and drinking from the Milky Way.
Only if I was as brave my imagination,
Then I wouldn't be stuck here
Freezing my arse off,
Forty years, forty days later.
©vicki
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