As I sit in this
delusional mimicry
of happiness,
a mask of lies. I hide
that inside I'm feeling
inconsequential.
See, my shell of illusion is failing
and I'm showing the truth, in the
uncoordinated sadness
that encircles me.
A part of me
is tied to a dream.
Par for the course it seems,
and that dream
can never be reality,
it's a fallacy,
built of hope and star dust,
and a big old lungful of love
that I breathe.
But it's not enough
to just believe.
So I hold out a hand.
Come and meet with me
where the dream
parts ways with reality.
Let us just sit in that world
for a day, I'll sleep away the hurt,
if you'll dream with me today.
Let this world of mine encircle you
and give to you
all the love I have stored inside.
So that you can spread it wide,
wherever your wings can fly.
See I'm floating
precisely
where I always
find myself.
Somewhere out to sea.
The waves speaking to me,
greeting me. My feelings
precariously perched
on the edge
of a strummed gentle
melody. Telling me
that love
will hear my song
eventually.
Thanks for reading
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"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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