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
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