In this world there are things beyond our grasp
Distorted realities merging with the finality of all thingsThough we try to stay in the realm of all possibles
Sometimes we fail and falter
Losing our foothold as we fallWe try to grab at anything that might save us
But then we realize we have no hands
They were never real or maybe they were stolen without our knowledgeSometimes we even try to scream but yet there's no voice
No echo of cries forlorn with pain
Another part stolen without your knowing or maybe it was never thereThings we see are blurred
darkened, it's like a mirage
Showing us things we want to see and not the actual reality
Even our eyes have been deceived as it too fails to see the truthWhat we know as truth might not be truth at all
But a figment of our imaginations placed from subliminal messages, a conditioning of the mind
Messages interpreted by our brains causing us to see things that aren't there
Hear things when there's no sound or no ears
Love when there was no one to love when there was no heart to begin withThis distorted reality can be cruel but it can also be sweet
The sort of sweetness you want to taste for eternity
Reality however always seem to seep back in creating other distortions
Ones of confusion and mayhem
Of grandeur proportionsIt takes strength to see your way through as there are no markers placed down to guide us out of the distortion
The fake reality we presume is real
Once we discover the truth
It's up to us to accept it or deny it
Whatever the choice there will always be questions and consequencesIn this world nothing is as it seems
All you know feels like a dream and once awakened you crave to go back to sleep
Sometimes in our dreams there is more pleasantness as reality is so riddled and bleakThe important thing is to fight your way out
As one cannot continue life in a lifeless dreamSometimes the distorted reality is the only real truth
As it allows the mind to be free from this objectified world
A world made crazed by humanity's appetite for needless thingsReality is scary once you awaken from your dream
But still, things are never as they seem
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Poetry of the Heart & Soul #Wattys2016
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