The Funeral of Reality

I’ve been talking to myself lately Well is it me His eyes are glazed over And I’m talking to a faceless stranger Once again Trapped in my mind Where reality is a fairy tale And poems shake the trodden earth The footsteps buried under the song The echoes hiding under the pebbles Where all their heads lay to rest And familiar faces gather as strangers And silently cry As their eyes scream All the words they couldn’t say