Delusion can be delightful,
at other times quite frightful
Dallying in a day-dream,
foraying in fantasy.
Always a bump,
coming back to reality.
Twinkling with the stars,
or soaring through the air.
Pretending for a while,
not to have a single care.
Then reality bites,
like a rabid dog.
Pulling you out,
of a self-induced fog.
Legs are wobbly,
takes a moment to ground.
Need to re-focus,
by looking around.
Settling down,
strapping in for the ride.
Remembering there’s nowhere,
really to hide.
The truth waits for no one,
at your peril ignore.
The rumblings that come
from deep in your core.
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