Stream of Consciouness

Thoughts words actions moments in time speculations of reality but what’s real is everything the way it seems do we create our misery who’s to say what’s normal who’s to say what’s right these questions they burn inside they keep things hollow to know would be bliss but then what would we have to fuel our art or our souls what would become of us we would be happy we would belong we would be sane we would be drones we would forget what happiness is because we’d never know misery I’ll keep my insecurity I’ll keep myself open for I’d rather embrace the darkness if it meant I’d truly feel the light