Scatterbrainy

I am an accomplice in this
psychological game of denial
It is so far gone we have forgotten what it is we are deliberately hiding,
Perhaps we are really hiding from our real selves.

We talk of old times as though we were not editing the truth
We think we are right.
We force-feed each other excitement and we postpone pain.

A bottle of wine, a glass of beer
And the epitome of romance.
What would you do?
Thats what we did.

This is the space in which we exist.

Our feet don't even touch the ground.
Questions are never answered,

Actions don't need justifications

And the real world is far, far away.