Imaginary

Words cut like a knife
A new way along old scars
I am deflated

"Imaginary"
Without an invitation
I will never show

The crowd is crazy
Their moves seem to mirror mine
How should I take that?

This world is crazy
Of this I can be certain
Why bother staying?

When it gets wrapped up
I think I will retire
I still know the cave

Maybe I will make
Something similar to this
It wouldn't feel real

Maybe I just won't
Why make anything at all
With fallible threads

So I take my leave
The game becomes meaningless
If it's played alone

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