I will dream of him no more
The visions I delighted in are futile,
infused with the poison of mirage
I was the one chasing
barefoot
oblivious
And he, merely a bystander
a witness to my struggles
as I entered a forbidden land
proffering a cocktail of lies
falsities, handed to myself
Drinking the drug of illusion
fuelling the fire of imagination
When really there is nothing more from him
no electricity
no interest
and no room left in my heart for misjudgement
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