lost again within
a thought
it whispers to me
I am caught
what is this
reality?
yours to you
mine to me
always different never same
how can they all have just one name?
reality
is never real and never was
more aptly named
it would be thought
this is what we should be taught
to live within and not without
that is what truth is about
if you think it is
then it will be
matters not what others see
reality
is a lie
this cloak we wear
within we hide
I think I am and I can be
but what am I really
in reality?
