Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Bitter sweet?

It is not what
we dream, but how
Pressing the pulp
out of the fruit
Bitter or sweet,
So we devour it all,
Better bitter than bland
Or nothing at all
The fake wake we mistake,
Unreal for real
When nothing is real
Except for what we feel
I ache for a take in life
I won’t mistake for fake
It is not night’s arrows
That make dream ache
But the darts of daylight
We mistake for waking
When we are not,
And it is in the midst (mists)
We miss real for unreal
Dream for not dream
Love for not love
Wake for not wake
When all is dream
And none else

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