Reality and fantasy intermingle while I sleep-
My 21st thorn jammed into my artery-
Reducing flow to my heart and soul,
I have control,
but lose it with the wink of an eye-
Flashbacks re-exposed-
Condemning me to re-evaluate the stream of time-
Contexts changed-
Feelings seem the same-
Altered in her eyes, I guess confusion is my name-
I travel back in time-
Same place, different room-
Her skin is just as soft as it was in 42-
I travel back in time-
Her eyes, my eyes look deep inside-
Hormonal change in the brain-
Succumbing to the script flipped for me which I
ripped up-
A thousand pieces in the sky-
In between adjacent lies-
Forgetting days and times-
In disregarding compromise~