You were still waiting for rainbows,
And clouds with silver lining.
You were defining life,
As I lived it with curiousity!
As I chose adventure…
Over nursury rhymes.
When I wrote this,
I knew better then
What came to me fresh
Was not someone else’s collected wishes.
These gifts were mine,
And I wanted to share!
But you were hoping,
Glittering gold dust from the skies
Would pour upon you in buckets.
And wealthy you would live,
In the world to hide.
When I wrote this…then!
I knew when found,
There will be something you will come to confide.
You will awaken to realize fantasy,
As entertainment choking you with lies.
And when I wrote this,
That was true then.
And when you find this to read…
Hopefully your wounds are healing!
Hopefully some reality has been introduced!
Hopefully truth is being induced and not reduced,
By your camouflaging campaigns.
To show how well you can remain disguised!
Why?
When all that you are has been exposed!
And hopefully you will awaken,
With a wish to enhance the life you chose.
Hopefully!