Ramblings of a Delusional Mind

The distant horizon lulls me into a false sleep

of magic wands, of Hogwarts school and of wings,

a moment of leap, an air of freedom- just a whiff.

Shrouded in a cloak, I see my inner demons

Screaming, speaking, dancing hysterical,

naked, sleeping beside me.

I am afraid to go to bed

memories, they don’t seem to fade away,

John Mayer plays consistently on the radio.

Clarity is what I need,

as the world awaits a change.

The haze spirals

in unknown directions.

Whoever said, “History repeats itself!”

must have surely had the worst nightmare of his life.

I now wake up,

not from a nightmare, but a realization

that Hope is not a Savage,

lost in time.

And you say, these are mere ramblings.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Ramblings they be.

I feel delusional all the time.

Show me for once,

the Real, not just another stupid act.