Mr. Reality

The sunlight streams in
as I with nothing but time
construct a fantastic castle
with gemstones cut from my mind.

Piece by piece,
sometimes fast, sometimes slow,
the structure grows
more elaborate
as it reflects the light
back on my soul.

And then he comes,
and points to all
the flaws, some real,
some imaginary.

I try to deflect,
to explain, to shift
some pieces around.
And the sun disappears
leaving us standing beside
a pile of rocks.

He looks sorry,
as I turn away.

-MO