Heads bent
Hands on glass
Time wastage
Oblivion and insensitivity
The new reality.
There was something about the glass
Confidence and class
The exchange life
Like the serpent in the garden
It promised this and more.
Air, color, trees, sky.... Reality
Things I missed out on
The indoctrination was to never experience
Capturing was the essence
Of being present.
Moments, Events, Years..... Life
I found out, existed outside the glass
'Cause I looked up
And realized, I'd been seating
Heads bent, Hands on glass
Living a lie and all the while
Life happened.
Hey poetry lovers, sorry for not updating last week * sad face emoji*
Anyway, I hope we are going to spend more time than we normally do enjoying the present. Remember the media is always there but this moment is not.
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Mirror Reflection
PoetryThis started ou as a book of poetry but now its just a book where emotions, random thoughts and views are being penned down. If any resonate with you, I hope it helps. Toodles
