My mind
sparks when I crawl in bed,
Recalling
decades of fantasies…
They in turn
mix and meld
Into my
actual life’s realities.
I discovered
both fact and fiction,
Played a
part in making me who I am…
It was the
dreams, real life and losses
That made me
this solitary man.
I am the
added-up grand total,
Of every
dream and battle fought…
Hoping to be
that one guy,
Many people always
sought.
Those I
wanted, dreamed of,
Were the
friends I seldom got…
I was the one
whose very name,
And
existence they noticed not.
Note: We all
have some very unrealistic fantasies.
Real life
usually plays out the best.
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