Victim of Reality
Victim of Reality
Waiting, longing for the fruition,
Always knowing sins conditions.
I’m a victim of my fantasy,
Now that its been slain by reality.
For way too long this thing I hoped,
My heart and soul for this I groped.
I waited patiently in the wings,
Never a funeral dirge did I sing.
I never wanted to see the fall,
The shortcomings I knew them all.
But I never let my heart ponder,
That one might yet ascend up yonder.
And when my harsh surmise,
Bore fruit much to my surprise.
I then knew I was cruelly fated,
To become the thing I hated.
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