At times, I'm unsure of what's real and what's fake
If there are mythical creatures
Who sit still at the bottom of most lakes
I'm afraid to show up to anything, important, late
Why wait
When time doesn't wait
Things seemingly move faster
As we walk slowly towards our fate
To be early is a lost art
In the hearts of most as of late
Love can conflate
Those who are naive
And those who can wait
Those who carry baggage
In essence their weight
Imagine if you loved openly
Whilst not being afraid
Imagine if all life's lessons
Could fit on one page
We needn't reach seventy
Before we'd be considered a sage
How much time have we wasted
Without burning sage
We close our eyes without, "I love you..."
And wake just the same
Wondering if this real life
Or in the end, just a game
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