Cirque
There is a line becoming blurred with time
feeding illusions
transforming in delusions
with anything I had and everything I have
but can’t declare mine
and will have to let go.
A life passé not good or bad
just the life I had
and the life I know.
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There is a blurred line in my insanity
between wishes and dreams
hiding in a niche of comfort as it seems
and it fits well but it’s not mine,
a mask painted with reality
playing life that won’t last
a fool to the sands of time
a life of je ne sais quoi
but a life at that,
a blurred line just fading fast.
H.O. July 27, 2014