the magus's poetry wilderness                                       Finished Works
Why do you imagine me this way?

I don’t, its what I force you to become,
It’s the way I make you behave.
Your defense against my constant
And endless barrage of foolishness

But why?

There are no why’s,
This life is not real, not reality.
I’m sleeping and this conversation
Is only a dream.


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