Whatever had started has ended.
In this age of disenchantment,
As souls drift away in dreamlands,
I will hold up a mirror to a mirror;
A haunting kaleidoscope,
Of all my fleeting dreams,
Of all your white lies.
I can't be with you.
I can't be without you.
Let me flee reality;
Let me,
Live a lie,
Love a lie.
The mystery untangled itself,
And I,
Lost a lie.
Whatever had started has ended.
~ Spring 2019 ~
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Dreamscapes and Paper Moons
PoesíaIs what you see in front of you real or are we all just gazing at a paper moon? Reality is sometimes like a dream (or a nightmare), while dreams may seem palpably real. If this is our world, what do we do? How do we find our true selves? A collectio...
