I'm in the middle of the ocean,
bobbing up and down
and it's salty.
Oh wait, I'm in my bedroom.
I'm in the control room,
looking at all the levers
and they control my life.
Whoever pulled the levers tonight should be shot.
I'm on a chairlift,
your arm is around me and i'm smiling
so my heart beats fast.
Oh wait, that's just a photograph.
I'm on the phone
crying silently as we talk.
I say goodbye, you say whatever.
Oh no. This is reality.
So my grip slips,
I land hard
on the marble floor
and the coffee spills all over
a wwhite shirt
but that's the least of my worries
because right now I'm running
spinning in circles.
The good is gone,
music plays in the back of my mind.
tears stream down,
scream now.
But, that's okay because this can't be real.
Oh, but it is.
It's really not funny how that works out.
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