a Dream (part2)

The darkness in my body it's my weakness, yet it's my strength.

My shadow, it's going away.....I Must chase it, i cannot let it go away......but... Is it that important?
I chase it and it seems it becomes smaller and nearer, but the darkness steeps farther in my heart, i must run to the light, but that will make my shadow oh so farther than what it was! No matter i'll chase it, chase it... To the ends of the world.

Oh? How interesting, i'm in a town.....there are people all around, and there goes my shadow. I found a place to live i need not follow it no longer.
Hmm? Whats this? A chain? No, it's a what you call this.....I forgot...Then it's must be of no importance, how ever it does catch my fancy, it says:" DWS".
What could this mean? Maybe i should find who this belongs too....I know where to start, there in that small shop, says: "airplane"




(i wanted to say something: the things i say at the beggining are what you can use to understand the supposed "poetry" hotdog is saying, it's not poetry because i'm not freaking ryming, i forgot how to say ryme or.... nvm)

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme.

I went to a poetry recital once. At the end I asked why the poems didn't rhyme...

Well, not really. It's a joke, see?

Oi vey.

British humour is painful, I swear.

Exactly. I used to do a lot of free verse.

this is a nightmare

Don't worry, !K_A!, it's one of those jokes that very few people find funny.

Personally, I think it's a very strange joke.

Mantra, hold me and save me!

Be careful what you wish for.