You, Phony

Some times

in times

those times

when all in mind

are but to dream

steadily through

toward ends 

motioning for reverie 

standing, dreamily basking 

in euphoria-seeming bitterness 

sweetly wrapped with words

screaming gently

a pain mixed with despair

To be seen

begging even then

for a moment

as one's fiery ambition

against the pinning, trapping, and confines

of what's real

searches for what's realer still

real even to me

realer than what was to be

than motions moving toward

all that was said to me

Why then in cursive

language wrought with meaning

dripping with flaws

poetic even to those 

seeking another world

home again, even then

balanced when

steadied all over again

matched with thoughts in mind

freeing with chains subtlety

fraught with mind's wondering

sought toward 

winds moving handily

through a wilderness

disconnects between 

what's held in in time

with time serving another role again

motioning still

acceptance hinting toward will, free

seeking each time again

matched with euphony

a stated joy

peaceful, a nothingness without

what ends again

at the beginning 

of what meant to be, then