Life a fine mess
Expectations a little big
Anticipating the unanticipated
Of outcome absolutely unsure,
Trying to act naturally
I feel alone in a crowd
Bittersweet dreams in the white night
Fate written with invisible ink
A normal human
A hopeful pessimist
A hopeless optimist
Shouting whispers of the hell’s angels
Silent sound of the heaven’s devil
Eyes wide shut with fresh frozen tears
Icy hot storm piercing my soul
A joyful trouble turning me inside out
Probing the relative truth in restless sleep
Sometimes the truth lies
Sometimes the lies are true
Living dead
Dying alive
Running idle
My near future a real fantasy
Caught in this bizarre world I ponder….
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