I cannot pretend that we are ok.
Your presence alone creates a noticeable tension,
A cause and effect,
An action and equal reaction
To the density of the air about you.
The way we bend like willows to your winds,
No matter how subtle or how bold.
Our spirits bend to the nature of your tune,
And we always choose compromise
This is all it takes to be reminded
Of what it is like
To live inside of your dreaming.
More and more every day
I am there dreaming, too,
A calculable method I thought had been extinct
Has found precedence over me yet again.
Think before I say, think before I do,
But only for the sake
Of escaping your dream
And scraping by, yet again,
This is not living.
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