pretend. part two.

i pretend; i have friends to
call friends so i'm
not lonely.

but i'm alone except
for these walls and
every imaginary
figment of
my
imagination and me.

i'm a wish on a cloud and we
don't feel like coming down.
someone,
grab a ladder.

well i sang to the trees because
they
were feeling sick; and i sang
to the sky
to make this feeling stick.

yesterday was all a dream;
yesterday was all a dream.

but let's pretend; things wouldn't
be any different.

i'd still procrastinate everything and i'd
still be socially awkward, and i'd still
have unrealistic dreams of fortune
and fame except i'm a little
camera shy so i'd hide behind these
eyes that aren't as gray as they
were this morning; now they're more
green; lustful and hungry.

i'm lost.