CHASING HER REAL
I wish she would stop my chase, keeping me away from
captive in my skull. Existing as part of my reality's concept.
I chase her through blind folds
Past my imagination falling apart.
Just before I awake to reality's real
Struggling at best to keep my eyes closed.
"I pray to God that my imagination holds."
Aristo Dos Santos
“For Those You Love and Adore”