Rain is like the dripping memories
A mud puddle is like confusion
A dream is like a trance
Fog is like clouded thoughts
A mountain is like a deck of cards
A shooting star is like a dream you can never have
A friend is like a stab in the back you love
Truth is a view and truth is a lie
That’s always stood as time passes me by
As time passes I’ve come to wonder
Can truth be a blunder
A blunder to one rarely to all
Busy as a clock
Happy as the moon
Big as a yell
Scary as darkness
Gentle as the stars
Fast as time
Loud as a conversation spoken without words
The tree line grows nearer but I feel nothing but fear
Fear of what lays beyond the tree line
Beyond safety
Beyond light
Maybe even beyond reality
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