Do you love yourself?
All of the time?
How could they?
Why should any?
All of the time.
Are all minds so cruel?
All memories confused?
Sunshine beating down on storms within,
Fake fusion fashioning a life of preferred pretence,
Need for norm outweigh real reality,
Screaming outcries a mere peep.
Pretend long enough and even those who wrote narrative real
find themselves slipping slowly into fake fusion,
Free from fallout.
Dormant magma buried deep,
Aftermath calm as seas on sunny days.
Ignored storms of past present perilous shockwaves,
Detached from fiction,
A defused future,
Seen through clear glass,
On a clouded day.