It's funny
How she only sees me
with you.
How you only smile
after her.
How my conscious dreams say you and me
yet the real ones,
they just seem contradictory .
Yet I end up the bad guy
In this game where no one wins.
Or maybe It's just me,
the one who never wins.
But why then do I get guilt?
Why is it heaped upon me like there's no end?
For feeling feelings that are there
(not even the daisies can deny).
Running
As fast as your body will let you.
In a familiar, yet completely out of the ordinary place.
A desperate attempt for the illusion
of finally reaching a better place.
Keep running,
maybe you'll make it there.
But right as you might believe
you begin to see
that even the daisies hang upside down
and even attempting the illusion becomes an illusion itself.
Deception
In the distance.
Thinking you were so close
looking that way
And then you turn around and see that
really you were so far.
Then noticing it's all a trick of the mind.
Everything.
But wait, the daisy just proved it all.
It's all exactly what you feared it to be.
Not dramatic, not exaggerated, not a trick of the mind, not one bit.
Just your dreams coming true
and then
your nightmares jumping in to take over...
J.
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