Reality

Realities a funny thing,

Such changeable absolutes,

A sort of indescribable charm.

A moments glance of complexity,

Brushed away with understanding,
A simple pattern replicating without intention

An endless jumble of haphazard possibilities,

Projected effortlessly into individual mentality,

A strange and without a doubt intentional misconception.

Realities a sad thing

Twisted cruelty out of place,

A sort of sickening distortion of space.

Collectively the potential is outstanding,

Human subconsciousness pleading out for home,

Brain fed and brain washed before induction to the system.

A selection of isolated souls,

Caged by there own limited conceptions,

Certainties built loosely upon lies.

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

this is very abstract, I'm trying to figure it out, but it is difficult, a nice writing,