Reality of Reality

When I look at you with much hope You return me showing back my face But you hide which I hold in my head The images of love drawn with grace In my loneliness I sought your help You follow me everywhere and copy me in ditto But you conceal the fire which burns inside Lighted by drizzling rain and dripping thunder When I am tired down and tuckered out Riding on the flight of my imagination You spread a sheet to lay me down But you steal the cloud where I kept The sketches of my wish and fanciful dreams.