but it’s not.
We move on
We think we love.
We move on.
Where are we and where have we gone?
I remember dreaming but don’t know for how long
this can last.
If what’s passed is in the past,
if we only see today then we never have to ask
Are you satisfied
with this double-standard, misplaced blame?
This love is a tyranny and I am the slave.
Should I sleep to dream potentials, better days?
Or wake to see how much has come to fade?
Caught between denial and confusion
Addictive comfort in delusion
What is right is what is wrong with me.
Back to reality –
A life insurance policy
When I’m gone this is what’s left of me –
A dollar sign, a theft, a dream
in which we’d see, trust, love, believe
If we could wake up
from the lies we’re fed on silver spoons that splinter –
The taste is bitter on my lips
Kissed with an afterthought –
Ignorance is bliss.