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Imaginary
Under paper castles
and wooden docks,
my life has beome imaginary,
just as the monsters in the open seas.
The paper boats and cardboard people,
they sing to me in the light of day,
and they burn in the darkness of night.
As each new day rolls around,
new life to this villiage is restored,
and I am king once again to a nation forever bored.
Imaginary wars and weddings,
The life I thought was mine.
The candle light dinners,
and clay representations,
all make it clear.
The life I wish to have,
is the life I will not have.
Under stolen cars and in broken homes,
I waste my life away,
true to life my imagination is,
but not mine for sure.
The candle light dinners I create,
make me envy the paper and cardboard people.
I look at my self in the mirror,
and notice I am feeble.
to understand this life of mine,
you first need to see me,
my love is gone,
my friendship is shining,
but my life is imaginary....
