My Place

That secret place
Where I go
to be alone.
The place that is no place.

Hear the thunder
Hear the ocean waves
hear nothing
except my thoughts

Everything is happy there.
And everything is so morose
heart breakingly realistic
and foolishly hopeful.

A simple stage,
the cast always changing
but some remain the same.
Some gone but not.

There I can love them
and do things I'd never dare.
But there I can hate them too
and do things I'd never dare.

There I'm a sucess
and we never die.
but there I'm a failure
and we can't help but die.

That secret place
eternal
internal
and all mine.
-srw

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