Sleep Diction

Busy

God forbid, I do something as childish as games, for my hobby.
How old are you?
..how old are you!?
So it's ok if I bend.
But you don't?
Is you back broken? Can I break it for you?
No?
See. It's easy now that the seesaw has all of your weight.
I guess I get to stay with the birds.
Where you left me.
Not physically, but deep beyond the neurons in my cranium.
Charades.
But you're still too busy, telling me. I'm playing to many games.
Strange, in the top hat of a gentleman, lies the trump card.
But you were to old to learn, about the games that "wasted" me away.
Interesting how this was ok from day zero.
I honestly did..want to play your hero.
Instead, it seems that HAHA he, has got me again.
The last laugh, quoted by my obtuse alter ego.
Role model.
But how could I an adult idolize a fictional character, no different from the personas you view on an electric tube set.
Make believe.
That's why you told me I couldn't believe.
To me.
Well, to me...you don't sound too different from me.
Haha. I did this to me.
I placed you here. To burn me.
I place you high. So you could step on me.
I place you inside. To lock me tighter than any closed door you did see.
I did this to me.
I reach, faintly to the oasis of my hearts decree.
I'm the labyrinth. Lost in me.
Clever as the concept of inception.
I intentionally lost me inside me for I wonder how many years.
Many more years.
I'll probably still be here.
Waiting, for one person who could actually accept me.
Am I talking about me?
Or you, in the position that you never mentioned to me.