Things

Losing battle

Lovers talked about it,poets couldn't describe it

Where wise men became the soldiers

Artists drew their paintings,flames of fire 

Fire that burns you, either from the inside or the out side

No one could save you,no one could help

It's not a nightmare,reality itself

Fighting a losing battle,a battle between"logic" and your dream

Logic and your desire,they ask you to do what you like

You choose your dream.Who doesn't want to make her/his dream come true?

That's when reality hits you

Your desire burns you from the inside,burns your heart

The air you inhale becomes the fuel

Your lungs suffer you don't want to breathe anymore but you do anyway

You can't sleep,you can't stop thinking about it

With each tick you feel lost,with each tock you feel trapped

Tick-tock time is running,only two days left

You know you are going to hate it,you know you will be bored later

But regret? How could you regret something you've never done?

Regretting your own choice,regretting your own dream

It's like giving a little kid a game then telling him,he should not play with it

You know I can do it,you know I can make it.

You know I'm more than enough.Why are so worried about me?

The flames won't stop,it's an endless battle but the soldiers are mortal..

Reality isn't perfect,it's never been.That's the thing.