Back Into The Abstract

We only played out a fable

No way it was transcendental

After all

You are an intellectual

It was pretend

Passion like that isn't practical

It's easier not to believe in the magical

Easier to put faith in the physical

The visible

Not something imperceptible

Silly and actually

Quite impractical

It is needless

To try to prove true

Love's Hypothesis

We aren't fucking scientists

Our realm is reality

We remain, realists

..........

But...ooohhh...

What a thing it was to wonder

Such a special spell

To be under

To be on the Brink of Belief

What a dream

What a dream

What a time to be asleep

But sensibility is an annoying alarm clock

One I could, clearly, not stop

We are

Begrudgingly awake

Let the Details of the Dream

Slip away

Let The Story remain

Allow me and my memory to fade

Into the starless night

Disappear in a darkened mind

TURN ME BLACK

AND

PUT ME BACK

INTO THE ABSTRACT