Dazzled, bewitched, betwixt Your attention is clearly affixed To fantasy, a dream--a non-reality This sad thing you see as me
But, I love you as you are Although, your dreams take you far Away into the distance Illusion believed as instance
Beauty decried by the blind Have regard for those left behind- Sight intoxicating Left waiting,
And wanting; more
It's just a door! But, you adore
A projection Of a reflection
Of what you can't keep inside The elephant you cannot hide
But, it's just a door! A portal into possibility You're wanting more And never question what you seek
In this hallway there are many doors It's easy to run away And simply choose one that is 'ours'
But, we must question our periphery Understand not all is what we see We must find Love internally Before professing it eternally; "To truly love another--first, I must love me"
It's been awhile! Here's another one from my closet of failure-shame. Again, I have no means of pinpointing whence this was a **** on the world but, take a gawk and have a well-deserved laugh at a dad in crocs-n-socks!
This relates a turning point in a considerably long-term-relationship of mine some time ago (dating conventions for your work are very helpful (and! auto-biographical!)). Without regard, it didn't work out but, good friends are nice things to have even when souls do not mate.
Ultimately, this piece possesses that quintessential 'me-vibe' that I had from time unrecorded; the structure is clunky and the prose is ham-******. It so eagerly tries to be meaningful but, get lost in the sauce. I can appreciate it as a rest stop on the journey I pursue.