Honestly, I'm tired of metaphors
Tired of the comparisons
Tired of the avoidances of reality
Because that's all we do
We shimmy around the real world like it's a game
Dance around the edges of the room, enjoying our little charade
Sometime the game must end
And we must open our eyes
And see, how the world is really meant to be seen
And the longer we keep up this little game of pretend
The more horrifying the truth will be when it finally does end
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Sing and Dance
PoetrySing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
