Just Another Book

And I love to pretend

I have always loved to pretend,

To be something I m not.

Maybe this is why today

I can barely connect the dots.

I have smiled when I was breaking down,

I have cried when I was ecstatic.

I have fled when I wanted to stay,

Not knowing the consequence would be so drastic.

I have no regrets,

And I m not saying this out of pretence.

I don't want to connect the dots,

Let me stay just as lost

As the flame that loved the frost.