Dream
This life feels like
a scripted dream
as if somewhere
pages are turning
before I speak.
The sun rises on cue
people enter and exit
with perfect timing.
Even the rain falls
like it was written
into the scene.
I walk through days
that feel rehearsed
familiar streets,
familiar laughter,
lines I somehow know
before they’re said.
Sometimes I wonder
who holds the pen.
Who sketches the detours,
the almosts,
the sudden plot twists
that leave my heart
standing in the spotlight.
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