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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