In the midst of this fantasy
the search is on for reality
eluding the illusion of
random thought
as I’ve bought into the hope
focusing on the subject
objectively, progressing in such manner
I blink twice
believing what I believe
amidst speculation
voice in my head
conversing with the one in my heart
-is that soul?-
dream girl smiling at
my inner child
meanwhile, this love is pure
I’m sure of it
almost within grasp
although it’s not tangible
a bit outside of how I think to manage
it’s all on intuition
and, let’s let the music play out
in the midst of this fantasy
in search of reality
concluding with
subconscious afterthought.
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