The ruse of ones imagination
i imagine myself at the edge of a cliff
i have the entire world at the bottom of my feet
i found how to control the chaos
under the infinite sky
under the shining moon
i have found peace
But,
i slip and i fall
back into the madness that is reality
i can see the city lights coming
closer closer
until everything goes back to black
and i am no longer on top of the world
and i no longer have peace
it slips out of my grasp and i am left where i started
not at the edge of a cliff
but on my bed, in the dark
alone.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world