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Another day, another lonely day

stuck inside this moment all alone''

What a promise.

What a compromise this  stupid dream they read you as a child.

The white knight, the happy ending was all a lie, and why?

The perfect unreal fantasy .you were supposed to live up to.

Who told us that this was the way? and why have we settled day to day,

and then awakened from our slumber , we try to leave it all behind to find ourselves

and to what end?    Where is the happiness promised, posessions? achievement?

Where is the sharing of the moment ,when we sit here all alone asking

what about me?

what about you?

what about us?

is it all about the end result then? the constant struggle to meet the goal?

Or is it somewhere in between the dream and reality,

and happiness is settling for less?