The Reason...

You tell me that it is a dew drenched grassy plain
but its not real,
reality is the parched land of before

You tell me that its an azure sky up there
but its not real,
reality is the doubt within

You tell me that this passion is rare
but its not real
reality is the people who have never felt it

You tell me that we found each other as if destiny
but its not real
reality is a twiching and dying loveless society

But i tell you this, my love,
I tell you on this sundrenched crystal morning

You and I have grappled with impossibility
defeated time and fate to pour ourselves into each other
You and I have fought ourselves to gain victory in our self's defeat

To disentangle now is to turn away from life, from a throbbing living
to embrace the existence of a faceless mob,
to exist in a room of steadily closing walls...


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