Could not my mind have conjured this?
Could this not be all a dream?
I cannot identify illusion
is nothing as it seems?
Could I so lonely be
that I've contrived this world alone?
And everyone I've ever loved
A creation of my own?
I don't believe you're make believe
Of you I'll always ponder.
I need you real, here with me.
I cast aside my Sonder.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Could not my mind have conjured this?
Could this not be all a dream?
I cannot identify illusion
is nothing as it seems?
Could I so lonely be
that I've contrived this world alone?
And everyone I've ever loved
A creation of my own?
I don't believe you're make believe
Of you I'll always ponder.
I need you real, here with me.
I cast aside my Sonder.
