Dreams Know the Truth
I have spent my days building walls.
Reassuring myself no cracks were showing.
Living with this constant knowing:
Eventually everything must fall.
So when the darkness of the days comes,
So useless it is for me to run.
The images come, I just give in.
If only it were real again.
This routine I do not desire;
Picturing you only causes pain.
I realize with you there is nothing to gain.
Ending this is dire.
But once more I lie down to rest.
My feelings no longer repressed.
Seemingly so real, yet so uncouth,
My dreams always know the truth.
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