Go Away.
No, Stay.
Please. Stay.
With me.
Stay. So we can share our dreams.
No, so we can share our fears.
Our songs and our hopes.
Yes, let’s do that.
Let’s share our fears.
Tell me.
Of memories.
No, don’t. Let’s make new ones.
Yes, new memories. Surreal.
No. Concrete.
Yes, real, I think.
Concrete, yes.
Cement our moments in time.
Slow down.
It’s about to pass.
Slow down so we can deceive time.
Yes, let’s pull a con job. On time.
Yes, on reality. On life.
Yes, that will be great.
It will make for quaint memories.
Will serve us in time.
Don’t laugh.
Time will never find out.
Yes, that’s the plan then.
It might work and time will never find us out.
Now will be forever. And we’ll make memories.
Forever will be now.
So we can look back.
Yes, at time. That never passed.
Yes.
Go Away.
Now.

This poem is by a friend. She does not like the fame.
I like it because it’s a silly poem that makes you sad.

-Bart