The Handshake (poem)
I travel through a world of make-believe
That started when I shook a stranger’s hand
And from that instant all the world was grand
And dreams were waiting for me to conceive
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Each day another marvel to fulfill
The nights were cast with dancing mid the stars
The dreams of countless minions were all ours
And with each turn we stirred another thrill
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Then passed the day when things began to fray
When what was real would smash into my face
And there I stood alone and out of place
As madness chased reality away
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I’m forced to watch my blessings meet the tide
In silent torment of the day I died