Reality

A fragment of the disillusioned soul
Reflects the longing of “the precious…”
Relentlessly she builds the magical dream…
But soon collides with the truth….
She drowns…drags her feet along the shore…
Awakens…
Sees reality….
-that magic… willjust be magic...
but existent? it will never be...

by Shy Arizala

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Comments (4)

this is the trouble with people, no understanding that one day they will get old
Such a dreadful truth.
This poem is quoted in the film A Late Quartet, read by a child in the New York subway train. It is very poignant and moving in the context of the film.
This old man has no surprise When people watch with unshocked eyes.