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the water ripples downstream disturbing the reflected image
the one looking back at me as i lean over the bridge pulpit
the eyes distorting along with the mouth to mock the ideal
making me blink and disturbing the the mood i had wallowed in
i had drifted into a world of imagination, and contemplation
happily smiling as my mind had wandered to a hope filled place
where life was complete and all was in place for happiness

it had started when i walked to think about my life
the friends who mean so much to me and how i feel about them
wondering about scenarios and how they would work out
allowing imagination to go wild with all the thoughts and hopes
each story panning out to the future with all the glory of life
each situation played out in full, never an ending of fun
every person going their own way, i end up on my own each day
the relationships all seem to fade, the deeper in i wade
there is always a time i get it wrong, no happy end with birdsong
and when wrong i go, never understanding i get, just a slap round the head
but they have not taken the time to get to know the real me
only the me they want to see, the joker to make them smile
the gentleman to present them flowers, or boost their ego
compliment the beauty they posses within
while all the time in my mind, the sea of tranquility rises
lapping against the golden sandy beach of utopia
where nothing disturbs the perfect world, and the peace within
wanting to play out the dreams i have created
to see if reality can match the the imaginary
where mistakes are taken in a stride
and there is so much more beside
but a reality check to jolt me from my trance
brings me back to the state in hand
and there she stands in glorious surroundings
a look of want sends my heart pounding
for she does not know what my feelings seek
in my heart i would love for her to peek
and one day maybe she will, if i could take it
to open my soul for her to shake it
so back to the ripples and distorted image
back to the dreams and hopes i have made
and into my own world i will drift
and smile as i play out the the chapters of the book
the book i am writing in my head, without paper or pen
to be forgotten and replaced by new hopes and desires
as i meander my way through the lovely life i have been given
and make up the ending, the happy ending i would wish
a creation of delicacy and flavours to arouse the senses

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