a distored vision,
words on the page blur unless
my eyes are squinted...
glasses once upon a time worn
but no more says the master,
who, inside my head, control
all my thoughts and actions;
reflections on the window glass
seem crystal clear to me,
an illusion, I've been told as
none were there to begin with...
I am at a loss with what to say
as no words have been given to me,
yet, everyone is expecting an
answer from me as that's what I do;
eyes split the difference with
what they see or don't see and I am
comfortable with those conclusions,
still, there must be more to life
that just seeing what's to see and if
this is the way it is... then I am
not totally sure I want to be here.
May 1, 2023
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