“Fiction”

At this day I see all things in a blur/

Like a widow covered in condensation a fog if it were/

Can’t see where I’ve been or where I’m going, just walking blind in a lost state of mind/

I fall to my knees and cry out worthy, I have been captured and raptured/

And have seen a place that can not be explained/

Its a place I’ve seen in my restless dreams/

It SEEMS to be a special place that you once took me to before/

But you are not here/

But I feel as if your near/

I didn’t get before/

But I do now…why everyone else is dead except me.../

I’m not the only one still walking and talking/

I AM THE SAME AS THEM/

You see them too…for me it’s always like this

What does it mean when the world you built is only FICTION?

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