What exactly is the problem?
You. The world you create, the magic that you spin, the illusion that you gift.

What exactly is the problem?
I am. The belief that I have, the hope that I harbor, the dream that I protect.

What exactly is the problem?
Mind. The walls that are built, the chinks that are exposed, the logic that is his lover.

What exactly is the problem?
Faith. The trials that test it, the force of its pressure, the indomitable spirit that it carries.

What exactly is the problem?
 Change. One that never comes, who rebukes and tries my patience all day long.

What exactly is the problem?
Expectation. That slices my heart, one painful cut at a time.

What exactly is the problem?
Dream. It is forbidden, sinful, lovely, and delicious.

What exactly is the problem?
If only I could point it out and let it bleed. Yes, that exactly is my problem. 



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