The Scream
It seems like a dream
Yet this really is the cream
Standing here on the bridge
Motionless
Yet fear on an empty face
Not knowing what is this place
The Sky on display
In psychedelic array
The stars at play
Yet I feel such dismay
Then the sun came out to play
The face with no expression
It could be depression
Motionless
Without emotion
Yet there is a grand feeling
This seems so appealing
Yet we are not sure what keeps appearing
When we think we feel like leaving
We are in awe believing
That this is what we came to see
If we all could agree
Was it a nightmare
No, I just want to dream
This is the way it is
I mean this is
The Scream
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