Figments

Everytime

Everywhere

Every man

All at once

Everytime

Everywhere

Every woman

all at once

Everytime

Everywhere

All the children

All at once

Everytime

Everywhere

All of us

All at once

I want to see your reality,

not just a picture of you.

Instead I feed my insanity

I keep messaging you.

From figments of me

I’m building a fantasy,

I compare your reality

to figments of lunacy.

How could you ever live up?

How could you ever live up to that?

Whatever is this reality?

How is it anywhere but now?

Now there is only infinity.

Now there’s the sweat on your brow.

Right there in my memory

the past is a fantasy,

a figment I want you to be,

a quiet wish of intimacy.

How could that ever be real?

How can that be what I feel for you?