Dark Poetry #4 |
Truth |
UseTheIllusion Member
since 2006-02-06
Posts 223In a state of limbo |
If the mind is a world, Inside of our heads, Then how can we be sure, Of what lies ahead? When reality is so distant from our perceptions, It is sad to see that all we know is in regression, We are all victims of our own petty obsessions, And that all 6 billion perspectives are limited to three dimensions. Is it madness to speak of that which cannot be helped? To talk of things which can be spoken of but not held? To embrace the idea that other people are hell? Or that all that lies before us had us dazed in a spell? If the world is created by our minds, Than all the worlds ills are a result of our lies, For nothing is hidden, and the truth lay bare, But unfortunately most are content, few actually care, About the society on edge, the schizophrenic divisions, The delusional minds, and the cataclysmic schisms, Based on an element of truth, when all truth is, Is a psychic illusion. |
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