Sunday, November 17, 2019

all there is

is it all a dream.

this life. these feelings
ever changing.

the world is wrong, the world
is right.

colors fade,
get brighter, loves
are stars imploding,

disappearing in some
distant night.

hard to know what's real
anymore.

do we wake up to it,
or is this
it,

all there is, all there ever
will be.

mystery on top of mystery
forever unsolved.

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