A facade

 

It’s a facade.

The door that leads somewhere,

the steps you take closer to it,

the thoughts that decide your next

it’s a facade.

I have lived thousands before this.

Each day adds to the weight in your pocket,

slowly but surely growing.

So my escape is a facade.

My dreams and beliefs lie with my future self.

I am still yet to wake up,

to live my future.

For now,

my dreams are a facade

                                                                                     - Yanna