The man who lived in the
back of my mind,
has now appeared.
He has always lived in
a fleeting fantasy,
caught between ennui
and discontentment.
But now he lives,
he exists.
Perhaps I am just a bit mad,
Perhaps my unhappiness
has brought me to this
state of mania.
My imagination taking over
every thought process
that I possess.

Perhaps he wasn't really
standing right there,
he wasn't actually
talking to me, with a voice
I could swear I knew.
Maybe tomorrow
I will realize that my mind
hasn't been functioning
quite properly.
That my heart has been
so very lonely,
for such a long time;
that I've let caprice
just build and grow
without any thought
to rationality.

But then tomorrow came.
He was there again.
With the same smile,
the same words spoken.
Only now, I can't seem
to remember my past...