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Charades

Charades

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What we create in our minds is different yet the same,

Searching for a paring of a person we made up in our minds,

At the time of wonder and play.

When we seek someone similar,

 we expect a matching of these traits.

 We compare what should be incomparable to a picture of charades.

 This person doesn't exist, though.

Still we prefer the picture we created,

At the end of the day, are we seeking what is real or what is fake?

What is created in our dreams or truly manifesting in our wake?

Hurting what is real and unconsciously making it pay

 for not being what is fake, what we created to fill the void before their wake.

That is the fiddle that we play, the riddle that we must unconsciously keep at bay.


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