Woke

Nervous
Because the memory, of things which haven’t occurred, haunts me
And I am bound with these invisible yet burdensome chains
To a spirit of enlightenment
That no one will believe
Unless they, too, are free

Just my imagination

It’s just my imagination

When I open my eyes and see you next to me

Right? 

When you text me

When you call me

When you say my name as if you’re falling

There’s nothing really there

Right? 

It’s just my imagination

When you rush to my side when I’m feeling down

Right?

When you protect me

When you uplift me

When you say you’ll always be there for me

There’s nothing really there

Right?

It’s just my imagination

When you talk about the future and my role in it

Right?

When you say you need me

When you say you want me

When you tell me “please don’t leave me”

There’s nothing really there

Right? 

It’s just my imagination? 

Right?

Right?

Right.

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