Detached Reality

Unravelled in conscious decision bend
  So much going on , I have to pretend
    There's no revert no green end 
    ?This will all end 
    ?With no return 
    ?in this turn , what I learn 
    ?Is what I decide . The decision I confirm. 
    ?

    Deminished in droughts of self-esteem 
    ?idealism
 
   Visualising the unease, forsee
    ?Assuming the counter bleeps. 

Feelings attached,
  To detached reality .... 

Reoccurrence of a moment at rest 
   .
   ?  Conclusive yet Delusional 
    
Pressure to cripple or relieve  that uncertain flex... 
  Yet so much of everything... 
    Recks the peaceful phased... 
    ?   Feeling of raised
    ?harmony's chest.
    ?
    ?Lost in the past , 
       ?Either deal with it or stone
       ?Your tone will be judged by the underlaying dawn/clown

Misled certainty 
   Jumping high , slithering low
   ? 
  The Occupying excitement
  ?
  ?Feeding the unknown dissapointment
  ?Forging in greatly
    ?    ?yet unimpressed
.
Creeping of ....  Endeavours
   Crippling the favour 
   ?What's the magic to complete tasks?
   ?
Desks covered, visualised seat 
   Beat to sleep , 
   ?Motivation loops 
  Instant ?go. Hold on !.
  ? Sway the thoughts ...
  ? It's Gone 
  ?
  ?Fractions  of could've been ... 
  ?So so dim 
  ? in the scene ... 

Feelings attached to detached reality...

Fidelity, I feel scenes
 I feel the looks, 
Physically unpresented ?atmosphere 
 The motion dips ... 

I can't feel ease 
my soul went to a freeze
  ?
  
   



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Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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