Telepathy Or Something Else

I spend all of my time talking to the voice in my head
Is it telepathy or resident dread
And I don’t expect you to believe
That to stare at the mirror is to grieve
Looking at the reflection of something temporal
Is it empty or I would venture full
Of wit and wisdom and midnight tomes
Clicking away from the habit of homes
That seem to populate my tv screen
Was it real or just a dream
A nightmare I can wake up from
The leaving of loss of everything’s gone
In a moment I’m real and see inside
Give up the venture capital to hide
Within this little hut I’ve built
Giving advice but the talking has stilled
Into an ever present calm
Do you read lines or just hold my palm
Against yours for a moment or so
A secret handshake you thought to show
Me in our intimate endeavor
I know I’m innocent but this is forever
And I won’t paint another colour blue
Over the one that came from you
As the sky holds the memory of us
And there’s something I implicitly trust
That is between us two
I had faith and it brought me you
Maybe not in the way I had thought
But like a soldier that’s been caught
In a single glance you stare
The Earth quaked as you stood there
Looking past the facade
It’s a moment and I want you bad
To be what you’ve always been
If you’re the King and I’m the Queen
Can we give up the reign
Coz it only brings us pain
In attempting to be what we never were
I wish you well for
What it’s worth at any rate
You looked at me
And there was another state
That just seemed to embrace
And I find that the sight of your face
Inspires prose
This is me
And the less travelled road

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