Chimera
Am I a figment of your imagination?
Are you dreaming even as you stand here before me?
Do I exist only as a whim of your fancy,
Only here to mesmerize and fascinate you?
Well then, am I doing my job well at least?
I hope I’m alluring enough for you,
Bewitching, hypnotic, ethereal.
I hope this daydream never ends
Because I love being just an apparition in your imagination,
Being an illusion that you cling to in the unearthly night.
Some might say this life is charmed, an easy thing,
Being your muse, your creation, your phantasm.
I’d have to disagree. This isn’t so easy,
Being constantly enchanting, spellbinding,
Constantly spinning my webs of magic and mirage,
It’s no picnic and however enticingly I twirl
I’m still just a figment of your imagination.
And I still wonder…
Do I long to be free or do I enjoy my destiny,
Constantly beguiling in your shadow?
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