28th February 2015 - Was Is Will Be Lost.

The dyslexic confines of reality,
Seeming too easy to let go.
Oh sweet babe, carry me now.
Into the next chamber now will you.

This pot of boiling could be
A manchow soup gone wrong
Or a wrong man set right.
Who knows?
Im not in it. Lets move on.

This world of being.
People chasing; running barefoot.
To a palace which serves
If youve put on shoes.

The abode of what is,
Intrigues me enough to peek.
But not enough to look.
Why shy away now?

You may ask.

In the midst of what is,
What could be, could've been
Ive seen enough to know.
Everything can be polarised.
But,
Do I know enough to see yet?

Im afraid, thats where I'm all lost.

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