Separate Reality
My eyes see blurred half existence
And life lived in the past tense
But in this world there is so much
To explore through sight and touch
He needs much less guidance
Rather living in sweet non-sense
Than defining where this will go
He would rather walk in and never know
So we meet at this doorway's line
Both claiming to live on just fine
But beckoning to one another "come in,
Just one step and we can begin."
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