Let me tell you about a place ...
close and yet millions of light years
There are purged feelings
while the spirit spurs passion.
Tailored suits are made of lies
To sell at prices very real.
Children do not share toys
they have supplied to mom and dad.
The songs left to accompany the music
And songwriters created orphans.
Down the right, just outside the gates of hell.
It is a paradise for designers outdated.
Suffering due matriarchy
I would not escape from this place ...
Let me tell you about a place
Near and yet millions of years of your light