Reality
A thin, bare thread holds us up.
About to touch down,
Back to reality.
Where wars begin,
People die,
Nobody survives,
This mental illness that thrives.
We succumb to the horrors,
Of daily life.
Ignorance is bliss,
We let go,
The child's dreams die.
Stay afloat,
For as long as you can.
Dance in the rain,
Sing to the stars,
Smile, and grin,
Believe in the fairytales,
That don’t exist.
I hate to break the thin line drawn,
Between the two different sides.
For I still am of the believers
The dreamers,
The go getters,
The achievers.
Wars do begin,
People do die,
In every day life.
Just stay on the line,
Between the two,
So half and half,
Can be good.
Never choose.
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Hiding In the Rain
PoetryHere is the truth written in fantasy, and by that it's really secrets of mine, and maybe people's I'm not supposed to know, written between the lines. So really this whole thing is about "Hiding In the Rain" as I put it. "Hide with me, You already...
