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Might as well call for Pegasus
To fly down from the sky
And rescue me
From ennui
These days go by
All the same
I need something more
A spark, a flame
But hour by hour
I plod this path
Again, again, again

All those stories they told us
When we were young
Gods and angels and devils
Fighting in the skies
Beautiful to my eyes
More than this
The pale ghoul of reality
Seeping every day
Deeper into me

May as well call Pegasus
To be my mythic steed
May as well dream
Foolishness indeed
But if for one moment
He filled the sky
All of this would fall away
All of this would die
And we could fly

(c) Helen Valentina 2019