We see the blemishes,
know the facts.
We accept reality,
yet hang onto dreams.
Overnight they spring into emotions
that can not be contained.
The dangers of ideas
stalk our hearts.
The chance of an impossibility,
the hope of an improbability.
We try to mix and match--
blending fire with ice,
mixing salt and sugar.
We reject the realities,
trading them for fantasies.
We live in worlds
of our own making--
not realizing our denial
until a coarse surface breaks
the bubble of our disillusionment.
We crack and split almost
to the core of our being--
not having the forethought to
buy shatter-proof glass for the
case around our hearts.
We feel betrayed more by our dreams
than by our ideals.
When will we learn to accept
at face-value?
How not to build our fantasies
on conflicting interests?
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