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A single suspended moment in time

Ripe with shimmery magic,

Daring to believe in each possibility

While I should know better.

Hope is ever a treacherous past time

In my life.

Always lost in my dreams,

Such vibrantly beautiful fantasies

They are.

I let myself get swept away

On your powerful current.

Insisting the water is fine,

The deeper I venture

Until I’m barely afloat.

But my naïveté is expensive

The cost proves utterly crushing

How many times will it be paid

Before the lesson is learned?

I should be terrified to tally that answer.

But for you,

I find that I’m not.