Someday when we wake from this dream,

we’ll stretch and think,

What a nightmare!

I’m glad to be back in the real world!

When we see that what we have

isn’t love, it’s some poisoned thing

we mistook for love and threw ourselves

into, dove headfirst,

tasting bits as we went past,

trying it on like new clothes,

theater costumes,

new characters, new lives.

It was fun at first

but I think we were too eager,

wanted it too much,

forgot to test its strength,

lost ourselves in the pursuit.

by Cher Bibler