Orphaned Wishes
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The subconscious mind exists behind thought,
where reality's not always real.
Mastering skills imagination wrought,
it peers beyond reason, and each reveal
unveils hidden worlds thought tries to conceal.
Curiosity ponders what could be,
contemplating all the what-ifs and maybes.
While dreams create their actuality,
whereas there is no cancer, no scabies,
no wars, no dying, no starving babies.
Orphaned wishes, left tethered to dead dreams,
can only come true if I adopt one.
But magic is much less subtle, it seems,
like Rumpelstiltskin's gold, straw hopes get spun
into fantasies that outshine the sun.
When sleep sets the stage, a version of me
plays roles from court jester to Lancelot.
I am invulnerable and carefree;
slicing my way through life's Gordian knot
I steal its awe... and yet never get caught.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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