Holographic Fantasy by The Beverly Crushers

In dreams I dare; the captain’s chair
I take control and every note is in the scale
Tonight’s quintet; my Minuet
The evening slides across my eyes, a hard reset

A deft disguise fools all inside
But friends agree they can’t unsee these yellow eyes
I want to love, I want to feel
To step into a crowd and disappear

I’ve let it take ahold of me
A holographic fantasy
It’s better than reality
It’s everything that I was meant to be

Became a man on foreign land
Identity appears to me like shifting sand
With shattered past, I’m home at last
A warrior must choose the lonely path

Upon these shores I’m blind no more

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