How on earth do people lead
their lives without imagination
I am as ugly as sin, but with the
gift of imagination - I dream of
beauty, hubby and nephew
reinforce that fallacy and it
keeps me happy
How can people remain conscious
of awful facts and stay calm, I cannot
do so, I change reality in my thoughts
until I can breathe again, I have to dream
up a new fantasy to help me through
bureaucracy, living life in
a fish tank
Every move monitored, written down
I am the clown, laughing at everything
cracking jokes all the time, I will keep
smiling even when my heart is breaking
within, nobody allowed to know the pain
and the suffering – I confided in you –
and you turned away; thank you
You taught me the error of my ways:
never confide in anybody…
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Life today, with it's massve confusions, leads us into self shells.