Delusions of grandeur
sprouting out like tree roots
taking pleasure
removing my ability to
see what grows
around me.
I once held firm to possibilities
being real
but lately the breeze
has swayed continually
towards broken dreams
avenues filled with make believe
traffic lights dressed up like
a fake Christmas tree
while walking outside the lines
daring cars to hit me
not to mention the rain.
Delusions
explain
brick walls
cracked window panes
not to mention
pain.
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