The things in my list

What I see, and what I think I see, are two different things, or maybe more.

The things in my list

It was an urge

I couldn't resist

For which, I made

A very long list

Of which, my things

Should consist

Endorsed my life

Without a wane

Even when was

Consumed by pain

I took it all in

And didn't complain

Time, in the end

Cleared off the mist

And told me those

Things, in my list

Were really, things

That don't exist