the pleasure of delusion

oh, to sink into the arms of someone fond of me, and i can pretend it is love, full of hope and promise. the excitement of unknown, boundless possibilities, without that painful baggage, full of spikes, which constantly prick the skin. but then you wake up, and one morning instead of the buzzing of life all around backlit by a luminescent dawn, you see the pain, the struggle, the death, the competition for limited resources, and the harsh, cold light exposing it all.