The real one moves in silence never admitting to the fear, and a conscious of forever knowing the end is near.
I’d lie, hustle and scheme, as I question the reality of my scene.
I’d look you in the eye while I questioned your integrity, and I treat you as a lover all the while binding my sincerity.
I would ask you who you were and never knowing myself. Asking you are you for real knowing the realness has left.
I would in live in forever, Hama would know too, but my heart would have been harden even though the creator protecting you.