Little did I realize
The islands we live in
Blinded by emotive lies
A rush of passion within
Desires of past, out of place
Jumping the proverbial gun
A virile ego with a trace
Assuming I was fun
We are not as close
As we quickly imagine
Relationship is work on the toes
To be real, not maudlin
Sober thoughts in agony
Bring me back to basics
Shedding my thoughts loony
To learn more of life’s tricks
The islands we live in
Pull me closer to the bridge
To be aware of my ignorance, sin
And climb the remaining ridge
No longer attached
To my own perception
Knowing what it lacked
I left behind my illusion
I cannot wait anymore
With liberty in the pocket
Know the classic lore
A miracle on my target
© Venkat
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