you say you believe,
in that which is real,
i believe too,
only in the surreal,
what's inbetween,
what's slippery without the *****,
bitter to the taste without the need to cope,
whats not here, nor there,
you cannot hold it, so just stare,
take it all in,
get rid of the mask,
wait for the one deep breath,
to become a gasp,
as you realise whats really, wholly true, is that nothing is really, truly...real