The stage is set, so let’s start the show, this endless game that you can never win, throw the dice and then spin the wheel, take a chance to see how it truly feels, will you bet your life or fold this hand, live on the edge or hide away once more? Life is nothing but a game, and redemption comes to those who wait, to wish, to dream, to understand, nothing shall ever come to those who never know, what life should mean, what it has to show, fantasies are nice for the holidays, but reality is where you live my dear, I can not understand why you hold on still, when you know nothing good shall ever come of it, then again how can I speak, when I’ve done just the same, but do you believe that things could change? Things could be different? Things could be the way that you always wanted them to be? Unfortunately not, for tomorrow is not another day, it’s just the sequel to another today, and today is just the tomorrow of the past, nothing changes, nothing lasts, except for pain that lives inside of me, I’ve regretted nothing so far in my life, up until now, and for some reason I never saw it to be true... The show is over, let’s wrap it up, for nothing’s left to tell anyone anymore, I’ve dreamed my final dream, and hoped my final hope for peace, for I know that nothing is reality, and you were purely a fantasy... Then again... Maybe I’m just blind...
Reason for writing:
This poem is many about me and how I'm having a conversation with myself to an extent... It expresses how I've been feeling lately, because I've been basically to say the least numb minded and haven't really been myself...
Birth sign: Aries
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