Irony is omnipresent,
For we contradict with time.
A thin line separates memories and remnants,
The better of which resides.
Questions over existence persist,
For the universe is self-contained.
As infinite fabrics weave the mind,
Which is to stay and which to go?
In a state of delusional reality,
Would a parallel world be justified?
Hypothesis; it cannot suffice,
For my facades are testimony.
As I live in paradox,
An alter-self pulls over.
The universe manifests to be real,
Yet the infinite mind fails.
An alter-self I say?
One which fulfills my regrets,
One which contemplates mistakes,
One which is illustrious,
For some are thinkable yet irrelevant,
One which is anything but me.
Consciousness is then sought,
And a facade comes to life. Ironic?
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PoetryParadox. A word that is underrated to an extent that we often tend to overlook.That is the web in which man's opinions and attributes thrive. As simple as we sound to be, the context behind it is just as complex. Perhaps, our beliefs change with tim...
