When you wake up and realise
that the reality doesn't exist anymore,
You search for a dream to hold on.
You close your eyes and Look around,
You see things from here and beyond.
Touch and it will disappear.
That's the way it works here.
Illusion or reality?
You can't really differ.
But don't you fear,
For the eyes that you've closed and False you'd never see,
This world is a mirage itself,
Here you can't fool yourself.
Believe me when I say that this world is yours.
You mend it, you shaped it.
With every step you took,
The further path you built.
A fragment of you imagination,
Is now what you see,
Which no longer remains bounded.
It keeps on growing and you with it.
YOU ARE READING
Moments.
PoesíaWhen we a write something with love or sadness or anger, any other emotion we feel, what we capture is a beautiful arrangement of words made up to rhyme and reflects the writers ardour, is a poem. Fineness and depth within ones heart At times fail t...
