Dearest reality how you evade me
Am I awake or might I dream?
None of this can be real, don't you see?
Everything is too good, where might be the seam
So I can rip apart the very world you fabricate
For my lover, they are far too perfect
With my silent despair might you collaborate
To create a life so close to fantasy, I bleed duress.
A double edged sword breathes
How can that be true
Yet it appears before me with graceful ease
And whispers that it was sent by you.
I give myself to the night I once knew
The moon eyes me with pity
As the stars laugh and I shed tears anew
And scream for my reality.
Am I real or am I a story?
Do I cry or are they raindrops?
A question haunts me daily
Am I human or am I all of nature?
To whom might I present my questions
To a God or Goddess? Would they listen?
Perhaps I already know the answers
But it is quite a big decision
To accept these answers, is it not?
For years I've sought
Clarity amongst sanity
I can only have one or the other
Oh how you evade me
Dearest Reality.
