delicate glass illusion worlds
soon to be trampled, shards glittering
precious fantasies destroyed
this time
we are forced to listen
for although this is a dream
and I am committed to that belief
we are living for real
and we must live as if life depended on it
we get used to disappointments
fragile moments
stolen by time's fast river
children watch us closely
mimic our voices perfectly
follow our steps exactly
clean and dry minds
absorbing the liquid influence
of our hardened ways.
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