FicWad

When you dream who do you think of?
Me, it's complicated,
It's the same people, all the time.
They just stand there
Now and then come up and make conversation
But not all the time.
For now we shall call them my conscience.

Like any normal person there is those you like,
Then those you adore
Me it's kind of a bit of both
But some I love more.

You see it's like this
There are people you miss
Those you could easily diss
And those you would want to kiss.
I found those people
The ones with no names.
For the sake of this let's call them sub conscience.
They mean the world to me
Sometimes that's so true
But it's not so plain to see.

I can easily give others names
Why not them?
I've tried, I really have
But it's not that easy.

If they are to die
I feel that a part of me is going
I want to cry
It hurts me
In a way so sly
I just can't take it.

I saw one though.
I was in France
With my school when he was there
Across the street!
Same tattoo and same build
His hair fell the way I imagined in my head
Could this be real?
It was strange but I wanted to feel
Just hold the being
The same as my creation in my head
Could this be a fate?
Some twisted tale?

Well whatever it was
It was strange
But I wish for it to happen again
Just to see if I have lost all sense
All grips on reality
All feelings
Just sitting on a fence
Well anyway that sub conscience was real
I have to make it clear
He looked kind
In my head he would not sneer
So neither should you.