a new poem
Time and time and time I give
Time and time and time I live
Each day wandering
What’s the next one
Each night learning I am the next one
Perception is conception
The world is what is in your mind
The sky is blue then the sky is blue
But it could be red
Or it could be dead
But its all in your head
One thing to one thing might be two
But in perceived reality
It may be three
If you let your mind free
Buts isn’t freedom the freedom to say what there
What is true
Who can argue the sky’s not blue
Its true
Others perception may try to change it
Distort reality through blurry words
And put humanity into endless herds
Till one day all is left
Is an endless herds under a red sky
Waiting in an endless line
For the slaughterhouse that look so benign
And an endless sea of red reflected upon the clouds
Till the sky is red
And its no longer in our heads
But true
And reality matters naught
For in this web our minds are caught
And in this our soul is bought
And consumed
And humanity is no more
And we are all whores
Time and time and time I live
Each day wandering
What’s the next one
Each night learning I am the next one
Perception is conception
The world is what is in your mind
The sky is blue then the sky is blue
But it could be red
Or it could be dead
But its all in your head
One thing to one thing might be two
But in perceived reality
It may be three
If you let your mind free
Buts isn’t freedom the freedom to say what there
What is true
Who can argue the sky’s not blue
Its true
Others perception may try to change it
Distort reality through blurry words
And put humanity into endless herds
Till one day all is left
Is an endless herds under a red sky
Waiting in an endless line
For the slaughterhouse that look so benign
And an endless sea of red reflected upon the clouds
Till the sky is red
And its no longer in our heads
But true
And reality matters naught
For in this web our minds are caught
And in this our soul is bought
And consumed
And humanity is no more
And we are all whores