[Reality and Me]

Reality and me,
Idealistic enemies,
And yet in bed for eternity.

Where can I go that you won't be?
Reminding me of what I can't see.
I'd rather ignore this tragedy,
but instead you stand there poking and proding.

I'll accept you,
Bitter sweet reailty.
But I won't be content until you retreat,
and my ideals become sweet reality.