living the dream is just a delusion,
painted in bold, vibrant strokes
are only illusion
a lie and a mean hateful hoax
those things that steal breath
and quiet minds,
little self indulgences,
might just be our only path to sanity
so tell me, what’s your pleasure?
only one who cares is you
savor it every minute you can.
outside a silver crescent moon
I shiver a little as I stare in wonder,
hug myself and take a deep shivery breath
so I won’t get worse