Nothing is as it seems;
illusions glimmer
within the afternoon light.

Daydreams,
rolling cascades of fiction
beneath a tired brow.

Waiting…
wondering…
heartbeats of folly
to fill the emptiness.

Smiling now the mask
hiding this naked pain;
brightness of feigned joy
illuminates this distinction
of a fool.

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