My Own Reality


Reality is the pen in my hand
The bruises on my knees
The ground beneath my feet
It's a laugh remembered through the lost years

It is not poetry
Not songs
Nor stories
The words I grasp
Then let slip through my fingers

I must not fight the rising sun
Just remember it will set
Waves crash because they crest
And I will accept my reality
Yet recognize otherwise

I know that one day
Time will leave me
If it was ever really there
For now though
I will enter a better world
Through puddles and raindrops
And try to hold on
Until reality catches up to me

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