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Dancing with IllusionI am but a fool with these feelings.Dancing and singing with an illusion.Hoping for the day when my existenceis known to you.But, alas, this day will never come.For I am a mere muttthrown out with yesterday's scrapsand you are a princeseated high on a royal throne.Even at the thoughts of comingnear those castle gatesI am kicked at and shooed away.My prince where art thouon this frigid morning?I long for your embrace,a comforting word enough,a smile.There is more to me than sight allows.If only I were given a chance.One day, dear prince,I shall prove myself.I shall become known.Then all will see.And maybe, just maybe,You will notice me.I am but a fool with these feelings.Dancing and singing with an illusion.It is oh, so bittersweet.
FailureLike gritty grains from an hour glass,black sand slips through desperate fingers.Tears slipping onto sun hot pavementto burn the ground they touch.Depression swells and swelterseating away at life force.Broken hands reach for the skytrying to grasp the starsbut falling short,never close enough.Never close to holding dreams,only failure.