long and longer still

the long hard stare of longing
at the day

will you appear from out of your
self-inflicted self adoration?

i hear you say that you love me

but who reall wants to
be imprisoned

in a mind that is ruled
by fantacy?

a world of mythological proportion?

who knows just what it is
you see?

or the story that you pretend
to read?

let us walk out
into the rain

let us truly
love the world

everyone

and then we'll see

just what we can be
just what we can be