The loonies inside me

It’s usually too dark inside
Games being played aloud
No more space left beside
What comes after you are done with duality?

Pretence will have to hold on for now
Will have to wait for the real me to surface
Don’t flex your brow
This happens almost every other day

Scrounging for a soul had to take its toll
This is me always, cursed
Shoulders weak, guts small
But eyes forever reaching high

Being dry is being true
For me just as it’s for you
Just pull up a chair and watch the sand castle go
Maybe you can cheer and applaud too.