I sit, feeling...
Thinking, witnessing
All too surreal,
Scenes playing out
Scenarios I've long
Long ago lost all hope
Of seeing outside dreams
This really is, isn't this?
The ease of familiarities
I know how much
How completely, intensely
I have prayed and wished
For this... As I am here
So are the two loves
I would die for, still, always
Finally, yet outside
I seem not to allow even
This living dream
Passed these ******* walls
I've hidden my best self
Away in.