Wat We Hadd

What we had was real,
yet at the same it was fake,
it was a reality show,
yet it had a script.

It was like a baby,
that new born but old,
like a one year child,
who still has to grow.

It was like a fire,
that can slowly die away,
but it can also stay burning,
if you choose.

It was like a kitten,
so cuddly and warm,
yet with a mother so portective,
because its their young.

It was like a computer,
at times it runs fast,
yet very slow at the same,
excat time.

It was like a game,
it can either be played,
or by dust in the highest,
part of the closet.

What we has was reality,
yet it was all a dream to,
like a dream we all have,
but a reality we all live.