Realisticly

If I were realistic, i'd acknowledge all i felt. If i were realistic, I would see the whole deal. If i were realistic, I'd know just how the cards are dealt. The rays of sun would not be felt. I would walk around in a hood and cloak. Chilled threw and threw, as dying embers i, futility poke. As i wrap my arms around tight. My wounds i lightly stroke. Scars from so long ago a darken source evokes. Embers would flicker and slowly fade out. As the whispers on the breeze, played out their finale note.. If i were a realist, than this would be the end. If i were a realist, my heart would never dance again.