There is a grown up world.
It informs my behavior, shapes my sensibilities, carves the path I ought to walk.
But I do not belong in it. I live in a world of make-believe where I fool nearly everyone and myself.
Here I am the king and we live by -high ideals and talk of -deep things and make promises we have every intention of keeping but likely never will.
It is not a lie. It is just a dream.
It’s not real, but that doesn’t make it not true.
Here the only wars fought are with myself. I have bouts with my duality in the battlefield of my mind,
where my heart fires powerful feelings against
the bastion that is my rock-solid logic which is
ironically held together by faith
and should crumble to the earnest reasoning…
“It will make you happy, do it”
But it doesn’t. The bastion doesn’t crumble.
I have done “it” before and the joy was fleeting. And Icarus kissed the sun and fell burned and broken and I was afraid to hear the rest and though I profess to be bold the truth is I’m safe. Because my world is just make-believe.
Zexton Davis 