I want to reach out
and touch your fingertips
give you some warmth
in the freezing cold
instead hesitation insists
I wait a little longer
don't freeze to death my love
I'll be there in a minute...
My memory betrays me.
For it’s a powerful one.
A good one. An articulate one.
Yet, with each click to flick thought, everything multiplies.
Ah, you can see, there’s a world involved in the illusion. Sure. But what makes it so different. A fantasy. A reality. Too fake. Too real. Then what is real?
It’s all too vague for my misunderstanding anyway. Nothing’s a sureshot suddenly.
I’m annoyed.
Regardless, I can’t die yet. Have a wide range I’d like to accomplishment apparently. I’m a hunter for sure. No farmer traits exist. But my craving will leave me hungry it seems.
There’s alotta questioning. “What’s the point? Why bother?” I'm finding the strings are getting severed. A simple snip and everything I’ve built is suddenly lost. All the reasons I’ve found over the years suddenly don’t matter.
All comes crashing down.
My sadness gets filtered into many things, yes, and that produces some relief. These words all become meaningless, maybe no one truly understands. Perhaps it is best said in a song or a picture or jumbled sounds of frustration. Nothing but an optical illusion to the dream colors bouncing around my head.
Yes. As you are my dear.
I'll be drowning in yet another melody.
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