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A fondling of the mind it seems,A distortion, a memory.
A fondness in the back of your mind.
That you pet affectionately.
The figment of your imagination,
A creation of insanity.
Your ‘Elysian Fields’ are endless,
A vacant monstrosity.
You call it your ‘Shangri-La’,
As though it were divine.
I see nothing but insanity,
Lingering in your mind.
This ‘perfection’ that you claim is there,
Is nothing but a joke.
Your perfection is a grey smear.
In the provocative words we spoke.
You travel on a glimmer of longing,
To the Utopia you call your own.
With eyes closed you seem happy,
In the place that you call ‘home’.
I wonder what it’s like,
To live the way you do.
To pat the distortion of a memory.
That will forever be your Utopia true.
