What is reality?
As I sit here, my jaw pounding in my head, the faint taste of blood lingering on my lips, my vision blurred from the too many pills I've taken for today, I ponder on the meaning. ..What is reality?
We all retreat from it, we all hide from it, in each our own way.
We can push away from it, make it disspear for some moments in time.
...But ultimately, there is no escape.
There is no freedom from it's consuming walls, it's all crushing waves.
..We must all face it at some point in time.
But for now, I continue to run.
Sleep calls to me, pulling me in like hypnotic waves.
I answer to it's voice, as if in a trance.
...A beconing I know all too well.
We all retreat from it, we all hide from it, in each our own way.
We can push away from it, make it disspear for some moments in time.
...But ultimately, there is no escape.
There is no freedom from it's consuming walls, it's all crushing waves.
..We must all face it at some point in time.
But for now, I continue to run.
Sleep calls to me, pulling me in like hypnotic waves.
I answer to it's voice, as if in a trance.
...A beconing I know all too well.