The Burden of Reality


After the highs of flesh colored mountaintops
Spent lying in your arms
I am covered in the residual
mists of desire, mind foggy from
The natural perfection of bliss

The Day returns, casting light into dark places
Drives me back into the arms of reality
My weary feet walk back down winding roads
That run out into empty valleys
I feel my longing pulling me back into clouds
Now dissipating in the breeze

Knowing that place cannot belong to me
I set my eyes to face the life at hand
My heart breaks down to think about what I have gained–
Then lost…never experiencing you again
But the valley calls out in a listless voice,
Carried by the lifeless wind that dries my tears.

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