Hurt is a state
Already bring experienced
Frightened is the feeling
Of something bad lurking

Ideas images and concepts
Created without any evidence
Canvas keeps expanding as our imagery keeps inventing

The Mirage of a future
Reflecting the concrete of the past
Engulfs the present
The true compass of the truth

The mind weaves
Fear its main tool
To paint a picture
Contradictory to laws of nature

Irony lies in this
That which is yet to happen
We keep our gates open
Ready to recieve them

Anxious and Agitated
The masks we use
To ready ourselves
Lest our imagery becomes similar
To realities yet to be painted picture

The difference between
The then and the now
Best left not connected
Extrapolation the brush dipped in the paint of experience connects it thinking it is correct

Hurt can be healed
Time and again
Time has proved it
Just give it time


Panic as no figure
To present itself in the near
Looming large from a time zone not existing yet
Is Fears real power

As they exist
Realm of reality
Idealistic and Catastrophic
Has no place in it

Transcending the only way
To keep the unreal at bay
What is not Is hurting more
Than what actually is

Back seat drivers
With no one in the back
A look at the mirror
Gives the real picture