Come back, come back, to REALITY, you can’t hide forever, inside your heads!!! Translated…
He Busied on , Not Knowing
What His Dreams Will Get Him
He’d Hoped that His Own Poems Can
Belong to the Realms of the Aesthetics
(Although the Closer He Got, the More Desolate the Landscapes Became)
what it felt like, surrounded by this never-ending void, not my photo…
Every Day is the Last
Every Dream, the Very Last of Its Kind
In the Thundering Shower
The Flames of that Ordinary and Practical Life
Burned Up, and Bounced Around
He’d Written Two Lines
Then, Forced Himself to Delete a Paragraph
His Account Was Hacked Again
He is So Very Busy, but Without a Plan B
He is Busy Because
Knowing that This World is, Flourishing
(Don’t Over Plow the Land)
After He’d Shaved
He’d Stared in the Mirror
Every Morning, He’d Gone There, to Offer His Condolences
don’t talk to me, mind’s on VACATIONS here!!! Not my picture…
He’d Stayed, Adrift, Toward that Place Far, Far Away…………
Knowing, that He Won’t Be
Compelled, to Leave Any Sort of a
Form of Himself Behind
Oh, How He’d Hoped, to Make a Sort of a Juice Right This Very Moment
To Switch Out the Bad Lucks He’d Had Through the Years
Cooling Him from the Cores
Day After Day, Just Drink Continually
That Partners, Who Was
Willing to Sit Forever Beside Him
For a Thousand Years
Says Who, He Hadn’t Been, Looking Very Hard for?
He’s Busy
He’d Not Admitted Defeat
Surrounded by Those Buttons and the Screen Daily
(Although the Sun & the Moon Eventually Turn Blind Each and Every Day)
He’d Still Kept in Mind that
The Twitches He’d Had in His Dreams———
Aren’t They All, Beautiful, Just the Same?
Even If They’re, Nowhere Near the Definitions of Beauty
Fine
But, He’d, Deceived Himself:
This Place, Could’ve, Originally, Been, the Realm of Love
too far from reality, that I don’t know how to get back down!!! Not my picture
Looks like the narrator here, refuse to SNAP out of it, because it works way better in his own imaginations, than reality had, and, if he’s only using that as a temporary escape, then, it would be okay, because we ALL need to space out, to get away, to drift off into space, but, if this becomes a habit for this person, then, he’ll just, drift farther, farther, farther, from his reality, until he can’t even, cope with living in the REAL world anymore, so, this would be, a BAD coping mechanism that the narrator’s using…
Life, the Obstacle Course 