Victim of Reality
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

ummmm its the sunrise it burns the fog off your soul,
ya light up your breakfast, and now your ready to roll.
ya shine the chinks in your armor, all prepared to be bold,
and stumble out the door to chase rainbows…
that elusive pot’o gold.

Put your fears in your pocket son, the days meant to be won.
You’re a victim of reality now… your fantasies are under the gun.
Gotta catch that A-train, put your loco-motives on hold,
Sell your soul to the station master until the time clock says SOLD!

Ya wanna stoke up the fires that make you wanna thrum,
ya wanna open Pandora’s box, ya wanna beat that different drum,
You wanna escape from this reality and dance with the setting sun,
Take your flights of ecstasy to Neverland… you wanna come.

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