When tough times come I realize that I
Tend to climb up on the clouds and pretend to fly
I look up and latch my ogle onto the sky
I know that if I look away my wish will die
I’d probably fall to the earth just like my
Tears rolling off my face if I happened to cry
So I stay fixated, well, at least I try
Conscience reminded me of my web of lies
The figment crumbles from what I materialized
My ascended reverie now a fallacy of mine
I look pass my feet as the fluffy base spread wide
The walls I erected fall per reality’s rise
I land very softly, to my own surprise
Conscience was there to prevent my demise
Enthralling me, it laughed; inclined, I asked “Why?”
It said “If it wasn’t for me, you‘d be one unlucky guy!”
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