Magic Eight Ball

Magic Eight Ball

A Poem by Misterr Remeat

Your truth is now but a fabrication
Blinded by lies that you receive
False information that's tied up with ads
Colour the things that you try to perceive

Maybe you should just lay down your gadgets
You can't Google your way on out of this
So caught up in the small petty lives of others
It's the truth of your life that you really miss

So get out there and get a handle
Stop avoiding these things that you really fear
Quit Shakin' me like a magic eight ball
I don't have an answer that you'll want to hear

Stop and actually smell the roses
Instead of peering at them on a s****y screen
All your info comes from secondhand sources
And who knows where that info has been

You look too me but don't ask for the answers
You just ask me where the hell they are
The answers you want are here all around you
But you won't see them and that's just bizarre

You are asking me all the wrong questions
The answers baby, they surely aren't free
Quit Shakin' me like a magic eight ball
I can't show you things you don't want to see

You act so angry and confused
thinking your life is not your fault
but you'll never see light in all this darkness
if your keeping your mind locked inside a vault

You must open your mind to open your heart
Stop listening to those who only shout "ME!"
Daylight will start to fill up the dark
And then only then will you start to see

So open your eyes, see whats around you
You'll see all the love and then you just might
Quit shakin' me like a magic eightball
And take your first steps on into the light 

© 2017 Misterr Remeat


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I totally get it. And I really appreciate the magic and ball theme. Iconic for my generation... Haha, "outlook not clear". Love it!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Misterr Remeat

6 Years Ago

Thanks! I've read some of your words and they talk to me too

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Misterr Remeat
Misterr Remeat

Nanaimo, cold and rainy then warm and sunny, Canada



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I live in Nanaimo B.C. under the "Witless"Protection Program. Nanaimo is on the East coast of Vancouver Island which is on the West Coast of Canada. I work too much but still find time to write and ta.. more..

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