Insidious Me

by Daniel Chiam

Every now and then I think of you,

mostly that's the only thing I can do.

Infatuation seems so harsh on me,

love is somehow just too far from reach.

You were always there but I am not.

I wonder when is this going to end?

Living in reality is such a pain.

Oblivious trust toward what was told,

verdict of fools is the one I hold,

Each day I make believe that I am yours.

You of course will never notice,

out of the dust I am no different.

Until tomorrow ends,

every moment I love you.