The 241st day is the day I found you
The first time I stared into your eyes, I knew
It is the first regret; it is the first clue
I can't fall into a dream while I'm dreaming too
So for old times' sake, I refuse
I refuse to believe everything I'm seeing is false vision
Criticism hits me hard when I get my work undone
Believing it is all truth before dreams were gone
Before the night gets killed by the rising sun
I'm comfortable and stable with this, so I refuse
The system's glitching, and the ground is shaking
The truth that's inside my head is the only love I'm believing
Forget all the learning if you're not the lesson
Forget all that I feel if you're not real
So I refuse; I'd rather be inside a world full of fiction
YOU ARE READING
untrue (we were once real)
PoetryWould I let go if it's close to reality or would I hold on if it's better in my fantasies? With the feeling of regret, I'll never recover if you're the nightmare. Is it real? Is it delusions? Is it UNTRUE?
