Your Acceptance

Whatever makes you happy, makes you sad
That place you find and lose is all anybody has.
Nothing but a worn out, hated image
Yet still loved, forever envisaged.

I am the artist of narcissism.

Go outside and climb back inside
Into that perfect world of fufillment.

Seen it all, in ones head at least.
Status quo no longer challenged
The battle has died. Unwanted peace.

It can happen again, just like before
Find the exit and leave this room
It's time, time for you to choose.

You had the choice you could be free
Instead your content, stranded with me.

I am but a wasted Dream- nothing more everything less.