Caught between two worlds
One of dreams, one real
One more pleasant than the other
More attractive, beckoning nearer…
Coloured masks of different sizes
Shapes and contours,
Both mild and decisive
Hooting, shrieking, laughing at me,
As I stand
Upon my blue fence
Thinking, crying, happy, trying
To strike a balance,
Between the worlds
That threaten to tear me apart…
Sunday, May 13, 2007
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i'm not sure what your inspiration for this was, but the parallel with my 'worlds' is suprising
Real and fantasy, how true, and crucial. Crucial to only those this happens, the rest move on or move in their own stream of consciousness.
Read your lake and boat and the Sunset that was once upon...
Keep up the spirits.
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