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I know you
I walked with you
once upon a dream
or so I thought anyway–
it all grows confusing
when I stop to think about it.
So I try not to stop and think about it
but I do
every now and then.
I’ll take a detour
on a road, a path,
an avenue
of questionable memories
in my brain.
Disorientation takes hold
and it all grows confusing again.
I know you
but it isn’t fate
and it wasn’t the past
and my mind never could have
come up with a dream
like you.
The eyes have it.
Yours didn’t.
Do I stay
or do I go?
I didn’t know.
Now we both exist,
we live our lives–good lives!–
but we cross paths
with passing glances.
I don’t need to know
but I sure want to.
Do we course correct,
do we connect, do we
throw all caution without care,
do we carry on
as two unpaired?
What’s the story
hidden there?
Is it one
you want to share?
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.
.
.
.
The city burns as Nero plays
but you would rather face the blaze
to fight for riches–ash and soot–
cheap treasures trampled underfoot.
You made it there, why can’t you leave?
Weren’t you the one who did believe
that all the roads did lead to Rome?
Then why can’t they help guide you home?
The fire was hot, we knew as much,
there was no need to prove it.
But burns do hurt and make us see
that we don’t ask to soothe it.
Fame and infamy
are separated
by prefix and action,
one thing leads to another
as the dominos fall together
at the quaking earth.
What happened to the heroes?
They were never heroes.
What happened to the villains?
They were never villains.
What happened to the average folks
who lived average lives
in average times?
They were always average.
A prefix, an action,
a word or two,
a new generation torn between
fame and infamy–
shaken to their very core.
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