Do you remember when we pretended the sprinklers were rain?
Do you remember when we pretended the distance was gone?
Do you remember when we pretended
that we could pretend to mold all of the pretend, into reality?
No, of course not,
Because that makes no sense.
If I could fly I might never come back,
but Love is an excuse.
Love is an excuse to hold you
too tightly to a life and world you don't want.
You can't fly, so you can't go.
I know I could fly,
if my wing wasn't broken.
I once pretended I was a plane.
Do you like make believe?
Do you like to pretend these words make you whole?
no no, wait. That's just me.
