My alter ego is leaving
reading the same books
liking the same things
speaking my language
She cannot adapt to life
in the trenches, cannot
give up feeling to be a
brick in the wall
She is free to chase her
own rainbows, she can
guard her mind against
an inhuman system
The rest of us stay in the
trenches to materially sur-
vive, we trim our dreams
to meet requirements
I will miss a kindred spirit
the sensitive always leave
to find the beauty they
dream of while I stay
Stirring magic into life
creating my own
secret dreams…
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