What I sought
What I thought, I wanted,
I did not, I only desired,
To touch a memory,
Until it expired.
In the end I truly know,
My hard work,
My dedication,
My honor,
Will only show,
That my mind was wrapped,
In an enigma of dead ideals,
As I look into the eyes,
Of that one person, I realize,
My life,
My happiness,
My reality,
Means absolutely nothing,
Nothing, it is all a fantasy,
Built upon a thick foundation,
Of fals truths and denials,
Though I seek to be honest,
I cannot see this,
It becomes final.
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