Pick-sure...
For depictions of fictions they never were
Sometimes I intertwine reality so much, my own life becomes a blur
Memories become more than needed
My intent & imagination seem depleted
Time & space leave me walking among others without a thoughtful trace
The mirror I made fools even my stare
At times, it seems "it" , for me, can care....
Personal intervention just another extension
I make reasoning clear, or filled with fear at a single mention
Sighting the writing of times past their worthwhile meaning
I've made a hobby out of watching from afar, my own dreaming
The pinch not enough, from heavily held pains, I wake for someone else's sake
Out of all I've given, I look back & see there's so much more to take
Only in motion do I see the notion of what's left behind
In this, I wander about my day dreaming, lost, but happy in my own mind
Puzzling only if a problem is wanted, I see pieces that have no place
In them, others I find, have a dream worth it's chase
Risking it all, they show the battles each day on their face
Signaling to time, more is wanted, for the journey they desire
We throw more frozen fears in to life's fire
Slowing embers, saving parts from withering away
Extending the ending, backs bending, we give all for another day
Smoke clouding the reapers sight
We stay hopeful, heart at ease through the night
Hope everyone's well, keep the mystery among what you think you know
In time, what we find often times, has much more to show...
---Thanks for reading---
---Always---
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