Living Fantasy

Expectation is the deceiver
Lash yourself like a martyr
Bleed discipline
Leave the scars that map it
For gentle fingers to trace
Slowly in the sun lit hay
Fairly removed
Honey morning hills
Care to remember
The notion of what 
You always wanted
Frame the scene
Make yourself in it
Want to be where you are now
For the fantasy of your wildest dreams betrayed
Become ever more the twisted once you could
Find out that what you would be wanting most then
Is the order you built yourself in

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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