Ingrained is my reality?
I lose it all the time
There's someone here who's not quite me
My heart ain't worth a dime

My fear is not of consequence
It never really stayed
This vivid heart is on the fence
So many times, betrayed

Am I content with all I lose--
When I just play it cool?
I live a Life I should not choose
For that, I am a fool

I do so much imagining
Yet, where do I return?
Just what does this intention bring...
...When I cannot discern?

So quickly, I had sold my heart
My patience practiced me
Is what I'm writing truly art
Or, all which I can't see?

My Sleeping Beauty never wakes
And soon, I will recall:
I know this much, we both are fakes
We never feel at all...