My heart is strained,
tangled, twisted and torn.
Its strained because I live in two worlds.
The world of my head and the world of my heart.
Nor shall the two meet.
I love the dream,
the simplicity of the golden lights and opulent heights of imagination,
then there is the real crisp and fresh of the real world.
Its like a cavern that i am straddling.
To chose a side is murderous to my reality.
I like my bubble and my two worlds.
Thus I stretch.
I twist, tangle and tear at my heart.
tangled, twisted and torn.
Its strained because I live in two worlds.
The world of my head and the world of my heart.
Nor shall the two meet.
I love the dream,
the simplicity of the golden lights and opulent heights of imagination,
then there is the real crisp and fresh of the real world.
Its like a cavern that i am straddling.
To chose a side is murderous to my reality.
I like my bubble and my two worlds.
Thus I stretch.
I twist, tangle and tear at my heart.
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