the day reality came to mind.
my fantasy is unclear and not defined.
dreams are so specific until you open your eyes.
wishes are secrets until they are real.
my love was once found, but now lost.
it was once lost, but then found.
this may sound like nonsense to you,
but is complete sense to me.
my words are different and hard to believe.
i write to clear my mind not so everyone can read.
because i express through words, but unspoken.
im off to something new because the old is the past.
the past is no longer in my present nor future.
i can memorize the memories, but they are memories.
i tried to fix the present to become the past,
it didnt work.
so im off to something new.
i hope that this really something i can commit too.
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