fauxcroft

Back in the day, fun was had

Memories resonate, happy and sad,

Laying on the grass as a child

Staring up at the clouds in the sky,

Am I still there, I wonder, is this all a lie?

Dreaming of being older, and future times,

Was it all a story that I created

A fictional fable, that I’ve narrated

Which I now question if it was real

And if it is so, can I please awaken,

So I can put right all the wrongs

That I made, because I was mistaken.