Goodbye Sunshine, You were never real You were merely artificial light That I gave meaning to You never touched the drapes of my windows Because you were never the sun Only the real sun comes through my windows like a lion Bright golden yellow, Keeping me from my dreams Because finally, I find my bliss in reality
How can I fathom leaving this delusion? I have all these poems about you, Inspired dreams, hopeful writings about you And yet, here I am I dug the grave To bury the dream my wild imagination created My imagination, always going too far down the rabbit hole, Until my glasses are traded in for Virtual reality goggles And all I could see Is my fantasy unfolding right in front of me
Here I am, on this oddly warm day In January, Laying my figment of you down to rest How can I let go, When I never truly got to feel and see What it would be like To be yours Maybe I wouldn't have even enjoyed it.