
…
A Dream — Mary J. Blige
au
Sunday
what would it take
to escape this place?
feet pinned down
amidst sinking ground
brighter days
are too far away
Can’t move a mountain.
drying, colored fountains
flesh just won’t
cooperate
take and take and
take and take
lips are bound
sealed your fate
a little dusty,
give it a shake.
