My imaginary friend
“I have an imaginary friend.
His name is Hope.
He sits next to me
And shows me pictures of
What our future could be.
He keeps away grief and sadness,
And says nothing less
Than all the good we made up
In our own heads.
They say Hope dies last.
He keeps you going,
Makes you feel good, real fast,
But leaves you behind
With what you should be knowing.
The thing with Hope,
He’s a villain in disguise.
Once he fades away,
You have to pay the price.
So deal with reality
Without an imaginary friend by your side.
You’ll regain your sanity,
And there are real people
Who will support you on your ride.”
Copyright © Janne van Kesteren | Year Posted 2024
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