Living In Imagination
The shadows do their laughing dance.
As I am lost in my own trance.
With thoughts that only live inside.
Reliving what has long lost died.
The grass is growing thin with weeds.
A garden planted with wrong seeds.
Landscaping futures of deadly deeds.
Possibilitie's not growing with the needs.
I'm sorry, I dissappeared into the night.
Reflecting only what is out of sight.
My vision's beyond what is real.
Far beyond what anyone can feel.
Maybe someday the truth will come.
And I won't sound so callous and dumb.
Till that day , I'll just pray.
That reality will finally come and stay.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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