Pure Fiction

Why do I care when its all a dream?
This craving is a fallacy and yet for it I scream.
Am I suffering madness or just a broken toy?
To these question I have no answers, boy oh boy.

Rip out this silly obsession.
Cast it to fierce flames.
Focus on real and present.
Not be hellbent on playing fanciful games.
Like imagining a happy ending seen in fairytales.
Such things are pure fiction that do not weigh upon lifes scales.

What are these thoughts that will never fly?
Each day they return and so I’m asking why.
Have I been hit one too many times to think straight.
Or perhaps I am just the last poor soul to get out the gate.

Rip out this silly obsession.
Cast it to fierce flames.
Focus on real and present.
Not be hellbent on playing fanciful games.
Like imagining a happy ending seen in fairytales.
Such things are pure fiction that do not weigh upon lifes scales.

Set me free!
From visions of…
Stupidity.

Thoughts stuck deep and fast.
Things as these should have long since passed.
Yet still they dwell, grow and repeat.
Maybe its proof that I am weak!

Rip out this silly obsession.
Cast it to fierce flames.
Focus on real and present.
Not be hellbent on playing fanciful games.
Like imagining a happy ending seen in fairytales.
Such things are pure fiction that do not weigh upon life’s scales.