We're all a scene in Mona's dream . . .


A Paris street.

A quiet stream.

Far away from cabrini green.

Forgotten love at seventeen,

Where her children got a chance,

Not a dead-end street.


Cause some got religion,

Some gotdrugs,

Some got money and,

Some got love,


All of her days in a dry-eyed haze.

Just another scene in Mona's dream


i killed your penguin :)

[Anonymous]