I contradict and I persist.
I fail and I prevail.
More wise than you can imagine,
More bright than you can fathom.
Yet more foolish than I thought possible,
More naive than I thought probable.
I’m harsh and then I’m sorry,
impulsive and then I worry.
I’m on clouds of happiness,
preaching of life, living, of natural bliss,
and yet I feel
I have to fight my daydreams
But it’s so hard for me to neglect the fantasies
prancing and dancing
in front of me.
I fall into traps of my imagination,
stuck on an infatuation
with envisioning and picturing
instances that I wish
could be my reality.
And thus, I am confused,
having trouble deciphering what is what and who is really who;
A creation of misplacing
fact from fiction,
and I just don’t know how
to make the right conviction
when it’s my puzzled mind that’s making the decisions.
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