Ingrained Reality, Or My Sleeping Beauty Never Wakes

Ingrained is my reality? I lose it all the time There's someone here who's not quite me My heart ain't worth a dime My fear is not of consequence It never really stayed This vivid heart is on the fence So many times, betrayed Am I content with all I lose-- When I just play it cool? I live a Life I should not choose For that, I am a fool I do so much imagining Yet, where do I return? Just what does this intention bring... ...When I cannot discern? So quickly, I had sold my heart My patience practiced me Is what I'm writing truly art Or, all which I can't see? My Sleeping Beauty never wakes And soon, I will recall: I know this much, we both are fakes We never feel at all...