A wish

Is dreaming like eating ice cream?
Swimming in the ocean?
What if the things outside of us
were only imagined?
I can close my eyes and feel the sun
So how come when I close my eyes
and
I feel you
You're not really there?
An illusion
trick of  my mind
I am playing on  myself
like a piano
A string on a guitar
A song that is sung
but
not written yet
a book
I have yet to create
only in my mind
nothing outside of me
only in
You're only inside
not real
just a wish
created
not had
For I cannot live within myself
It would be considered treason
beyond reason
insanity
melting me
vanish
would I disappear
escaping
yet
fallen
blind
but what if
 what I made up
was real
What if you are the lie?
Then am I the crazy one?
Left to mutter in the corner
Thinking I am warm and safe
with the world closing in?
          By
    Angela K. Crandall

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