My Reality

My reality is my own in a way

I pause and forget what way or which day?

No hope against hoping I find

a little panacea for love and strife

which is my own device and will to climb

the mountain feet with a broad smile

Now I have to rest for someone else’s behest

There is love called divine and I only desire

the heart that’s beating like mine

I have in the end found a life above a lie

that were untold in the flight of stairs

upon the ground, my destiny is my own choice

and none so profound.


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