What do you feel when life's not so real?
What do you hear when life's just a leer?
What can you say to make Them go away?
What can you do to make them come for you,
To set you free from these days of misery?
You want to go, but your body just won't––No.
The voice tells you so, caring, yet just so slow.
It whispers in your ear––Beautiful, but mere.
You greet it–Hello!–but it's gone out the door.
It's always there to meet your glare.
But always gone, when you want it along.
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