i might be living in a fantasy
written by greek philosophers like socrates
I am wining and dining
flirting with nature in her hiding
the warm spring breeze like seduction in air
as i inhale deeply my breath slowly wales
the longing goes stronger and despiration derails
I loose all control in my mind, judgment fails
all that guides me are your hands reachoout right
ready to touch me as she shuts out the light
we're faited to pretend
that heaven can hold all out prays
that the sublime is a place with out hurt
the weight of the world will lay in the back of our minds
holding is down to the darker times.
a tradgedy is what life is
thats all we're got
besides all thise moments
where happiness made us forgot.
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