Friday, January 22, 2010

Slipping

Rouse me not from waking dreams;
The musings of the day.
Too, in sleep, it always seems
My mind won't cease to play.
A fantasy, or was it just
A separate life I live?
Excuse me please, you will I trust.
I ask you to forgive.

Could it be I've lost the line
Between what's real or not?
Perhaps it just has grown too fine.
I knew, but ...I forgot.
And if I slip into the void
And leave the real behind,
I'll live the life I have enjoyed,
Composed within my mind.

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