The tears fall quickly,
staining my vision;
A shrug of submission.
Golden clouds toll near me
while I daydream my life over;
silver linings or none.
The lamp glows soft lighting
instead of a merciless glare;
a gentle illusion of reality.
Our aspirations of idyllics
cast shadows on reality,
dashed dreams lie bruised and begotten.
There is no reality. Not in this world.
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