Could I restart my heart?
Some awakenings are too painful to be true.
In dreams, we quarrel thick, and I wake to pounding pain.
An anger so powerful, I’m not sure it’s mine.
If it is, may I use it? Transformation through proclamation.
Mirror mirror on the wall who’s the rightest one of all?
None of us are.
Stop talking so I may speak.
Listen to me, I have earned that right.
It’s in my bones, my ratiocination.
You have sublimation, and I have the rath of God.
He is the God of truth and perspective.
Still not one of us is real.
Reality is as reality does. Performance through pain.
My weakness, is my fragility, is my nightmare.
Please do not make it worse by your facts.
There are too many for this world to be sincere.
Therefore thought is existence, and that is our adversary.
Not differing points of view.
In the end, we are a balance of passion and faults.
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