Something Confused


Something Confused

I dreamed a dream…

But dreams are hopeless.
I wished upon a star…
Wishes are for the weak.

My inner self is hateful,
But then so am I.
My inner self can’t keep to himself,
Our very first difference.

I hoped against hope…
Hope is but fake optimism.
But I was naive, inner self…
Naivety is a lesson we must all learn.

I am here,
And learning through naivety.
My inner self, never the teacher,
Always, only, the “adviser”.

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