Lived in the fire,
Yet called a liar.
Down below, days did not pass,
They were held by the glass.
Created by you,
Called forth by you.
Would you let the idea of me, rest?
Just play the game, you are not the guest.
Every good story ends and starts with you,
Some say it takes two,
But in truth, there’s just you,
So come-on, let’s go, tie your shoes.
“We ride together? You and I?”
No, do not be clever; I am just a spy
Made up by your mind,
You see, you are not so blind.
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