Parallels

Not sure if I'm finished with this yet

Parallels

I know the way I’d like to live my life
and it’s reflected in characters I create.
I live vicariously through these words
as I lack the courage to make them true.
Fingers on a keyboard export idealism
but it is my heart that lacks the power
to bring it to fruition. Tales spin of men
who always get the girl, living parallel
to this world, devout in their beliefs
and to themselves and what they love.
It is in my nature, and so it is in theirs.
I’m hidden deep within layers of fiction
barely a light shining through canopies
verbose with vegetation. Beneath it
the earth is littered with the bodies of
work that only made it halfway or less.
Surrounded by these unmarked graves
I dig them up and recycle any parts
which may still have use and construct
something new and better, or perhaps
it dies as well, a monster that was never
meant to be.