In books we find worlds we can't explore ourselves

Something insignificant can be easily extinguished, yet from that insignificance can become something great.

I don't see faces
But i see masks
I see ready answers
But no one asks
I see scars and bruises
Some knives on the back
I see all the holes and cracks
I see their cages and their walls
I see imperfection, flaws and all
I see terrible things you cant
I feels things you cant feel
I know things you think are fake
But my dear, they are awfully real

What is life, really?
Is it just a temporary space
to fill up until the end of your days?
To block the sight of death,
just a grey mist?
Just a little time to check everything off your list?
Is it just a mirage of the fated road ahead?
A distraction from where you are to go?
What is life, really?
well, we'll never know.

Sitting here in church
waiting for the mass to end
writing this haiku

In dreams we dwell
reality, we escape
In our thoughts we roam
but the truth is
we stay.

Foolish we are
creatures of mind
Humans see the truth
but believe the lies
look at the dark
when the light shines bright
turn our backs on today
and hold on to yesterday with all our might
ignore the cure
and stroke the scars
Humans are we
how foolish we are