I grasp teality, yet

It leaves me in the dust.

Reality can confuse you, make you, or break you.

While in a dream state,

Reality becomes oblivon.

Just an echo of what you don't want to be real.

An angry rebel against your fantasies,

Reality lets you down so you are pressed into the mud

By its angry, rebellious feet.

Sometimes reality is sweet,

Almost as sweet as a first kiss,

But that is rare now,

Almost as rare as the seas parting.

Let reality leave you, because it will

Just come back and smack you in the face.

The End

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