We learned a lot together
when we were little, she and I.
For example, the movies taught us
there are lot of heroes out there
but the newspapers showed me
that villains don't play fair.
For every step I took
the world forced me a half one back.
She was the one to hold my hand
when I realized words are heavier than stones
and that ink can hurt more
than any broken bones.
She told me
it's all in my head.
I took the words
and clutched them tight
but I must have closed my eyes
because they dissappeared at night.
The sandglass froze right at
the twenty-first drop.
And when the water started to flood in
she just smiled and said
as I reached out my hand;
It's all in your head.
How do you wake up from reality?