poetry

fantasy of nowhere dreams 

​oh darlings 

i am used to it 

this stumbling type thing 

where i wander 

aimlessly around 

all alone 

within the masses 

but what i cannot get used to 

is the faces that bind 

to their masks 

that they hide behind 

leaving me 

or is that leading me 

to the places 

where i feel 

more lost than 

what i can find 

binding me 

to a fantasy 

of nowhere dreams 

beyond the places 

i cannot reach 

-joshua ryan stewart

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