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!