Reciprocating

Looking at life from a high off flight, With tunnel vision the strength of satellites, Focusing on distant light, While sounds of blackness keep crashing, Ripping through my mind, While lacking compassion, Press forward is a behavior I believe, And pinching to awake from this dream, Too far away to reach, Is an answer I tried to preach, Blinding lights fly passed my eyes, Creating a false sense of hope, That I am the one, I have been chosen, Completely lost in all direction, Still creating false perceptions, My life is so perfect, It just escaped my attention. M. Stefano/2017