# Figments of My Reality (Poetry)

Author: Aeneas Lopez
Tags: Poetry, Thoughts

#6 of Miscellaneous Works

Last poem, I promise. It's more of a free-write that I put into a slightly poetic form, but yeah.

Figments of My Reality

A sea of broken traffic lights,  
The lone flag in the distance,  
The slowly setting sun:  
All figments of my reality.

I can't count the times   
When my heart was crushed:  
It feels too constant.  
Too steady, too easy.

It all decays.

It's natural so I'm told.  
Part of growing up.  
Time passing.  
The whole nine yards.

If so, why am I alone   
Here, sitting on a staircase  
Wondering whether home is home?  
Is it? Who knows.

I escape to the less practical,  
The majestic, the fantastical.

Why?

Because I can't be bothered there.  
Who can interrupt my dreams then?  
No one.  
No one but me.

I can get in my own way.  
I can curse myself for it:  
"Damn it all, I fucked it up."  
Laugh at my own jokes!   
Why not? No one else will.

"Is that really what you want?"  
No.

"Can't you just do better?"  
Of course: how simple!

"Just walk out the door!"  
Simple as that, huh?

The real world isn't a textbook.  
No practicing: you get one shot.  
One wrong step and you lose.  
So why risk it?

The rush,  
The thrill of the hunt,   
The emotion you call fake?   
That.

There's the rub:  
How much are you willing to risk?  
Next time, I'm saying 'fuck it.'  
And throwing in all I've got.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Oe5BRDMm
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