Living the dream
People we see
but never meet.
Some have notices.
Their homes on the street.
Some have posessions.
Which they carry round.
Some just enough.
To lay on the ground.
On Collins Street
Their living the dream.
Just depends on.
What people you've seen.
Daily existance.
No responsibilites
A freedom of will.
Is that the trill?
One side of the street.
Is littered with gold.
The other side.
Has hunger and cold.
On Collins Street.
Their living the dream.
Just depends on.
What people you've seen.
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