Nothing is more real than this,
the realest of what I must resist,
and on countless times I did insist:
"Of course it's nothing, is what this is."
But days turn to weeks and smiles turn to glances,
and reality plays host at giving out missed chances,
and I'd love to have more time, more meaning,
more signs to prove that I'm not dreaming.
Of course you're dreaming, don't you know?
It's never how the stories go,
just sit and watch the moments fly,
like the stab of a wand in your magical eye.
It's all very now.
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