half of what i do

most of my life is dedicated to love
atleast half of what i do is love related.

as my mind is messed up in timelines you would never understand
and my actions are deluded and twisted
it makes perfect sence to me
yet i can't explain most of it

as i walk the streets
the people are vacant
most of them don't exsist
you may smile and laugh
frown and hate
but to me you're not there
just extras on the set

i am not an actor
i am a puppet
not much different
i am controled by a notion of love
and a believe in things unseen
and when i see it it seems to die
fade away
or it is realized
as living

half of what i do is part of a bigger piece
the piece of a play with magical properties
a piece that falls together when i die
and a piece that i see as art.

i might have lost my mind
and i might be totally off this world
i might be right along with the very few
but those odds are against me
yet i maintain this and keep this running
for the magical should not be lost
half of what i do
is my love for you.

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