Perhaps this is just my mind–
A figment of imagination,
My mind wandering off reality
Into a happier fantasy.
Perhaps this is just my mind,
Playing with my heart
Creating make believe stories,
For my fragile being.
But perhaps the reality is–
I’d choose to live in this fantasy,
If this is where you are,
If this is where I matter to you.
Yes, perhaps this is the reality,
That I’d let myself slide into a place– imaginary
With all the colors in perfect tones and harmony,
The perfect shades of dark and light.
I write this spontaneously, with a heavy heart, and I do not know why.