The Pepperman and a World of Deception
I OPENED A DOOR,
TO A LAND UNKNOWN.
I KNOW FOR SURE,
IT'S A PLACE CALLED HOME.
IT'S WHERE WE GO,
WHEN WE GO TO SLEEP.
THE QUESTION IS,
HOW FAR AND HOW DEEP?
WE POSSESS OUR VISION,
WE HEAR SOUND.
WE HAVE THE ABILITY,
TO MOVE AROUND.
ARE THE THOUGHTS WE THINK,
OUR CREATION?
OR JUST THE RESULTS,
OF MANIPULATION?
ARE WE STILL IN THE UNIVERSE?
OR JUST MOVING THROUGH TIME?
ONE THING FOR SURE,
IT'S ALL IN THE MIND.
WE CROSS PATHS,
WITH PEOPLE WE KNOW,
FROM THE FUTURE AND PAST,
AND SOME FROM BELOW.
AFTER A WHILE,
WE'VE SEEN SO MANY FACES.
THEY START SHOWING UP,
IN VARIOUS PLACES.
LIVING THE DREAM,
OR SO THEY SAY.
IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS,
DAY AFTER DAY.
IT'S TRUE YOU CAN HAVE,
EVERYTHING YOU DESIRE.
JUST DON'T SET,
YOUR DREAMS ON FIRE.
DON'T GIVE UP YOUR FREEDOM,
OR SHALL I SAY SOUL.
TO THE PSYCHOPATHS PRESENT,
AND NOW IN CONTROL.
BECAUSE IF YOU DO,
YOUR DREAMS BECOME SMOKE.
THOSE FROM BELOW,
ENJOY A GOOD JOKE.
11042020
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2020
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