A pathetic rhyme on a pathetic moment in life.

What is real? I gave up the search.

Is it the breeze the fan makes

Or the pictures of you sitting on the perch;

The glow-in-the-dark stars that hang from my ceiling

(why are they to me still unknown)

The flowers that Winnie the Pooh holds

Mom's smiling face blinking on my phone?

Are you - even the I that speaks-

("you have  such beautiful EyEs!")

real enough to be touched;

Touched, reached, moved?

Are you the- Aye sir, I quote-

"drunken vainglorious lout"

No, you are the one spitting words off of an unwashed mouth!

I - an Oedipus now- ran away but closer to my fate

The same one, yes sir that very one,

the one I had once so easily  tamed.

The clock ticks, nothing seems to change anymore

except the fading emotions-unsmiling-

refuse to even feel sore.

Thus lies a pathetic rhyme on a pathetic moment in life

Is a naught now what had been once a rife.