Different dimensions or just another visual perceptions,
Of a hollow surroundings of vivid words and inevitable actions,
Peeking through a hole in one’s eye of revolution,
Are feelings that have been kept in the longest duration.
Forsaken minds and undoubtable griefs,
Clashing and crashing and mindless beliefs,
Thoughts and emotions is like a passing point of view,
Any day or two is like passing through you.
Never in me, neither in you,
Is a mutual understanding of between the real and the true,
Real is what eyes are seeing and true is a mind’s point of view,
Of one’s self destruction of being muted blue.
Individually is us marked by fated mistakes and white lies,
Inked permanently with my upper bones and your lower ties,
Hopelessly falling in reverse with a thought of a happy life,
While never in a heartbeat nor a in a millionth time.
We are humans, created in the false timing of mind and illusion,
Story telling in the mid of our perfect desolation,
In which we created in our minds and soulful emotions,
And there it lays, hiding in a dark corner of our guilt and accusations.
Exchange of hollow words and admirable being,
We are humans and that is all I’m saying,
In another dimensions, just as I’ve said before,
Are we alive or eaten by the thought of being so much more?
Keep telling me this, keep telling me that.
Keep telling ourselves we’re still the same in the aftermath,
When it wasn’t the same in the first place before of our downfall,
Because it was always about them and not us after all.
a.l.
