Subjective Reality
I sat looking at a broken man who chose to believe he was not.
I hope in my eyes he saw belief where there was none.
Reality is subjective and the truth what we chose it to be. Although, just then it was intrinsically tied to the concept of home and a crop left to rot in the field.
I believe it went to seed brother. If we throw our backs in just once more, it may yet feed us more than the grapes of wraith.
I hope in my eyes he saw belief where there was none.
Reality is subjective and the truth what we chose it to be. Although, just then it was intrinsically tied to the concept of home and a crop left to rot in the field.
I believe it went to seed brother. If we throw our backs in just once more, it may yet feed us more than the grapes of wraith.