So busy walking on the cloud you set me on
I haven’t seen the ugly truth beyond the fantasy we’ve
conjured up
how silly of me to think
That reality could be this easy
That I could give you passion and you give me …
excuses I’ve come to accept without question
so busy
floating on euphoric epiphanies that I completely
overlooked it
swallowed by fantasies possibilities
Truth has become the toy no one wants to play with
I want to know
Where did it go
the passion
can we find
it
can we seek refuge in one another
without the complications of life making things closer than they appear
only for this moment
can we live in this moment
can we survive only for these hours, minutes, seconds . . .
or as easily as we conjured this alternate reality will the
universe come crashing on us
leaving you questioning
erasing memories
with me
walking away
