Those times things were different,

Remembered and missed, 

Never truly existed; 

Utter artifice. 

That person thought to be,

So perfect,

Who you “knew.” 

Not even an idea;

You hadn’t a clue.

Lies seeped through her skin,

Seemingly invisible to all. 

A lifestyle of falsehood, 

Built an indestructible wall.

Pretending to fit in,

She’s so perfectly out of place,

Searching for someone, 

To see the lies on her face. 

But the loneliness is what’s worse,

Than all the untruth;

The synthetic being. 

Yet all this work, and the wait, 

Seem more troublesome than fleeing. 

You have no clue.

No regard, no thoughts.

Why don’t you try for once?

Life isn’t effortless;

The idea is misconceived.

You have no idea.

The empty space,

That is the contents of your head,

Never bothered you,

Not once.

Why don’t you care anymore?

You never really did.

I worry about you…

You could care less.

So careless, it pains me.

It pains me to say…

You,

You’re just a wretched waste,

And I can’t change you,

Not then and not now,

Not ever.

Why do we dream dreams,

And imagine the unreal?

As if lying to ourselves,

Has the ultimate appeal.

We think to ourselves things,

Which we know are far from true;

Ideas far from possible,

That we could never pursue.

There’s this hope;

This strange desire we attain,

Allowing us to believe,

The surely insane.

Our minds get our hopes up,

Until we finally wake:

The fantasy is over,

Imagination is a fake.

You are born,

You grow, 

You laugh,

You cry;

You create,

You befriend, 

You discover, 

You try. 

Living simply, 

Temporarily,

‘Til it strikes like thunder,

And an anxiety,

For most, 

Settles, unsettled. 

As it comes, 

You wonder, 

The thunder: is it real?

So you explore, 

And you fail,

But sometimes you win. 

The decisions you make,

You live with,

Forever;

A life sentence,

No shortcuts,

One exit,

And this: all this.  

But it’s yours, 

To mould,

To the shape of your choice.

It will end;

Eventually, 

The finish is inevitable. 

But for now,

For you,

There’s one great task; 

An eternal occupation;

This is your life: 

Live.

Live.

Live.