I keep catching myself... falling...
falling into a fantasy- of "ifs, ands, and buts"
"maybes" and "what could have beens"
The magic mirrors keep telling me a story,
beautifully lined with lies and turmoil.
Such castles in the clouds open their gates to my thoughts
Beautiful castles and lovely sanctions
They make me smile and then shake my head...
re-living my fantasies that I only "lived" for a mere moment
through another.
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