Stray Lights hitting the Mark. (More pretentious Nonsense)

Life is urgent. It shifts on every level,

like Gravity.

What's real is immediate.

Yet you chose a mediated reality.

A mediocre fantasy

to fuel your self-conceived vanity.

You call yourself a dying star 

that's collapsing inward.

Well that's confusing.

Pardon the intrusion, Face Facts so 

I dont have to be rude when

I tell you to Abandon all this grand delusion.

You re used to fusin fact with fiction

A more accurate and apt depiction:

a chunk of rock

That lacks the friction 

to stay grounded.

Floatin adrift

a stray hound that 

Chases the tail end of fleeting seconds.

Losing its way bound to

be laid down to

sleep. 

By the time they found you 

You were still talkin about a dream that you ain't found yet.