REALITY

I started out with much protection;
floating in my mother’s womb
I had no sense of spatial direction;
much like being in a tomb.

When I was born, I was floating again;
trying to learn this world’s basics;
something about this world was arcane;
I found myself swimming

Sometimes, strange as it may seem;
our perception of reality will stray;
almost as though we live in a dream;
the real truth, like a mist, fades away.

Self deception is the opiate of thought;
it totally alters all our psychology;
we each rationalize it is, what ought;
and we

If the cheeks on your face are a beach;
and your tears are waves coming in;
there must be a conclusion to reach;
for when did those tears begin;

What is it about a wave’s ebbs and flows;
just why they go in and come out;
is there possibly

That little old woman and little old man,
how sad their circumstance seems.
Doing their best to do all they can;
abandoning all hopes and dreams.

Such people abound almost every place;
in both countryside and every city;
in need of help and also grace;
usually drawing our response of

All particles and life are synonomous;
at least it’s what some people think;
the originator of that is anonymous;
“Can you please get me a drink?”

We live constantly in a festive season;
for we think this life’s all that we have;
much of us live life without

I’m discouraged; frightened;
I’m totally alone;
my sensitivity, heightened;
never feeling at home.

I’m constantly changing
who I am;
while the world’s rearranging
all that it can.

Everything outside,
all looks the same;
but truth wants to hide;
with no one to blame.

Yet nothing’s

How wide a home is eternity?
How long will forever last?
What’s the size of life’s fraternity;
when does present morph into past?

How does today relate to tomorrow;
is time a sliding scale?
How does happiness change into sorrow;
and other like feelings unveil?

Will the sun

I look back on all of my past;
thinking what I’d rearrange;
nothing from history ever lasts;
and history, cannot be changed.

For all of the past has been frozen;
every part of it;  etched in stone;
constant anguish from choices, chosen;
and I can’t go change it