I thought this day would never end,
I did the same thing, over and over again.
Fake it til' you make it will make me want to break it !
Balancing beam
Lucid Dream
Not so crop of the cream.
Where there is escape
one can be sure to look
out the window, around the nook.
The simple smell of fresh peonies,
makes my heart tango in Buenos Aires,
I would give anything to go back,
in a second, I would pack.
Reality set in.
COME TO THE HERE THE NOW
THE WHEN?
Got distracted later, by a shadow of grey
in front of me, 6"ft. somethin' away.
A star today,
(not even in my galaxy)
perhaps a reminder to me,
a dream is not a fallacy.
I wonder if he has days when he begs why?
I wonder if he has a lapse in momentary fulfillment that make him cry
wondering himself, am I listening to my good guy?
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