How can you see me with all that smoke in your eyes?
Drawn to my light, but unable to embrace my pain.
Wanting my body, my connections, my highs —
Taking my sunshine, but confused by the rain.
From the outside looking in you’re free to fantasize,
but very few are allowed to enter my private space.
Inside there’s a heart, a mind, and soul that is wise —
Invisible to those that are caught-up in the race.
Like a moth to a flame we go at it strong,
but as time goes on the air grows cold and stale.
Fantasy fades and it feels like we don’t belong —
Our hearts exposed and afraid to fail.
Perhaps if we didn’t go so fast,
but looking back that seems impossible now.
The spell was cast —
Curtain call, it’s time to take a bow!