Where is the perfection
I crave
Why does it
Keep fading away
Why does the world
Refuse to bend
To my will
To the rhythm
I see in my head
Can you tell me
Can you explain
Why I feel
Like the pattern
I dream of
Will never be
Reality
Is it true
That the world is really
Pushing harder
Just against me
Is it wrong
For me to wish
To live in
The world of my dreams
The world
In which
What I wish
Is reality.
Where everything
Is mine
To bend and change
Where I make the rules
And my words hold sway
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A Mad One's Collection
PoetryJust a collection of my random writings About what I think. Hope and dream for. It's like a collection of random thoughts. Well sort of. I write because I feel better after writing. The end
