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


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


This poem is about: 
Our world


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