High By the Pond

One sunset sitting by the pond My thoughts expanded to beyond Like metaphors, pierced through the sky To illustrate perception's lie I swear; that day I was not high (Though some may know: some people lie) And in this "sober" frame of mind There are alarming thoughts to find: We were designed, then left behind Reality is between Just like our daily life's routine The world is space's plaster sine Its only time that intervenes If were all brimming with desire And veins of human's boil with fire Then what controls the gasoline?