All These Bright Races

Weird,

I’ll be the first to admit,

Searching for interesting,

Pastimes,

Doesn’t matter how stars seem,

Everything with life burns to a halt,

Swallowed up by black holes,

Exploding into new life,

Honesty,

I wish I could hide things,

Things chafe, with warmth and sensation,

Even my lies are laced with truth,

So I search for high points,

Taking bits of new with me,

Leaving most of me behind,

Changing ever so much along the way,

I’ve snuck away on the dreams of others,

All of mine are made up,

Carefully imagined with sleep wins,

Hoping to be the realest everlasting.

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