What is real?
AM I REAL?
Are you real?
What is truly the way
of being real?
You dont have to touch fire
To know that it's hot....
You don't see oxygen.
Yet you are aware you breathe it...
You understand that it is required of
Our very essence of life...

It doesn't matter if it's
visible to these eyes...
which are enchanting enough
For you to see the world unfold,
we live on a treasure piece, but we abuse the laws of life, blinded we are by the weight, the feel...

The hold of meaningless vices, that are worse than CURSED gold!



Shhh....


The truths screaming inside,
imprisoned sleeping thoughts
accompanied by the
sour taste of pride
Time moves forward,
Some allow the struggle
To make us divide...
Truth always finds you
That is real
So riddle me this.
Where will you hide?