no frilly stories of love lost,
or successful engagements,
how about a little reality,
the question of why,
wrapped into the mystique
the human condition allows,
when brought to our knees without really ever
caring to understand why.
I’m asking for an opportunity,
search inside my dreams,
tell me if they match your own
or are we only asking for another try
beyond the simple passage,
he told me about the rite of passage,
and I listened,
forever lost inside a dream of finding
my own real.
I don’t know what real is, if only for a moment,
waiting for sleep,
then I will say good night,
for the morning brings far more intrigue.