I look out on the world from the cave that I am in. The cave and I are one, sheltered and shadowed from the strangers of the world around me, And it has been this way for so long that I cannot fathom what the outside is like The outside is reality and I am not ready for that, not yet. But how can something so seemingly beautiful and lush be reality, when all its qualities equal fantasy? Perhaps the cave is my reality A dark, dim place where loneliness and fear of the unknown drown you. Many times I have thought this over, pondering the subjects in my mind like spects of debris floating in the wind And I realize I do not want either, Yet one day I realize that I must choose Whether I prefer the brutal, harsh reality of the world, Or the false, artificial world that only fools believe to be real. And then, I think again, that I know I am not ready.
I do not like the stage of my life that I am in right now, and I hope this poem sort of represents it. Thank you for looking and please feel free to comment your opinions. :)