Conversations With Myself - Pt 2

con't ----> You... and me were just a tease Feel like I'm playing a putter from the black tees, It used to be easy, like hitting off a tee... Lust not love, we were deceived That & my middle name is dishonesty Truth, name a price, I'll pay any fee Priceless, should've taken responsibility Oh well... This pen is free therapy A Bic scalpel, this is consciousness surgery... An impatient patient seeking liberation... No cerebral vacations, never ending self-examination Do I give to give or with expectation of reciprocation? Do I learn to understand or to show my education? Do I talk with intent or in hope of validation? Do I like what I like or do I seek confirmation? Am I in it for immediate gratification or the duration? Do I listen to hear or just idle til my turn in the conversation? My life's 100% improvisation Z.D.A, that's my abbreviation, Study these lines, take notations, I'm not real, just a hallucination... ***************************** What if reality was a dream? And dreams were reality? It ain't as strange as it seems... A single consciousness stream... I was blind but now I still can't see... Yeah... I was blind but now I still can't see... ........... Will I ever be able to see?