Immature Reality
What is reality?
There are no answers to this
question nor will there ever be
yet we still asked it.
And if someone were to answer
it then such a person couldn't
be human.
Because that would be like
trying to explain water to a
fish.
Reality is a burr, a flashing light
of remarkable hope, sorrow,
Joy, music, or poetry written
underneath a coffee shop table.
Reality is humanity.
But humanity isn't reality.
Reality is the meaning of
helplessness and the inspiration
that gets you up in the
morning.
Reality is forever a hypocrite
but always humble enough to
admit it's fault without denying
a lie.
Reality isn't perfect yet such a
miracle only happens once.
Reality is complex.
Yet stupid.
And we should give up and
accept it.
But never roll over and let it
pass us.
- Robert burton
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