Funny the divide between
Reality and Insanity
In my dream's
This is what I think
This is how my thought process pictures
Meeting you would be
I imagine you have been waiting for me
Per chance we meet
And you remember and love me like I have missed you
I am your what if you never forgot
But I am sure if you bumped into me
You wouldn't give me a second glance
You would snigger to your friends
Telling them you think you may have gone out with me
When you were 23 but could not remember me
What did she ever see in me to go out with me
Its like old childhood friends
Who have to pretend they know who you are
But cross over rather than fake they know you
What are Cherished memories to me
May be nothing more than memories of anthers past
And the friendship and love you held onto so dear
Are not reciprocated
Merely out dated fantasy's
You were neither remembered
Sadly not worthy to forget
What you regret and held onto as loss
Can be trampled on like candy floss
Sorry to say it
But that was all our yesterday's
And people remember thing's differently
My mind's a snail's trail winding down my throat
Glittering triumphantly over the mountain peaks of each day
A fragmenting centipede of dead ideas several years long
Constantly chasing its growing tale, that's come full circle
Trimming a slimy scenic garden path of fear and doubt
Through a fragile shell left completely exposed to any soulless sole
A slippery slope to reach the top shelf of the trophy carbinet
Clinging instead to the empty spaces of the wall calendar
Your days are numbered, why not just surrender, but I'm a winner!
You can wrist some minutes of business success because, truly only time will tell
But personally, I would like to rest a tombstone and leave a blank memory..
Of the colourless selouhette of your insipid mind, what a dull thought!
Don't let the dust from my ashes blind you to who I really am or was
Let the blowing wind carry me, for I'm truly not worth your tears of flesh
I'll stroke and then poke your liver, to get you laughing, and choke you on your snigger
While dancing on the ceiling with you, my lovely dinner..
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