Unreality, Again
new dawn
on the horizon
we know
that the fantasies
of the
night
will stumble
into a cruel
daylight
unreality, however has
its" ways
of seeping into
corners
of
the
mind
the stuff of dreams
is a powerful vapor
which intoxicates
leaving little room
for the heavy burdens
of "Absolute reality"
Our days pass
by in a hurry
litttle time to
take stock of
what we experience
If
you
wish
hard
enough
The sweet scent
of the forest
will allow you to
Escape with a capital E
which is
the first latter of Energy, Enlightenment and Eternal
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2009
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