Holding onto memories
in a little throbbing box,
unable to let go
for a fear that it wasn't what it was.
Thinking, remembering, wishing,
What if?
If things had been different,
events not unfolding as they did.
Where would we be now?
In this place surely not,
Nowhere close to what's become
and what has so clearly not.
Deciphering through codes of passion
trying to distingush between
what's real and what's myth.
The truth is sometimes harder to take
Than what your mind sees to be real.
We search all our lives for answers,
answers to everything in life.
But why do we ask?
Why do we search for this reality
that is much harsher than what
we choose to believe.
For wouldn't life be much more enjoyable
if we chose to live in what is not?
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