how do you perceive what is real, what makes us say reality.
What makes us want to save….
Reality is that we don't know it.
I know it
I don't understand why
I want to understand why
I stare into nothing and I know
I can feel time slow down
and I know it's there
I flex my fingers and relax my head
I hear them, everyone
They claim to know
I decide that feeling, hearing and seeing is my reality
Until I can no longer do it
then it changes.
I can't define reality for you
Reality is, you have to do that
I wonder why these things change when I change
when I push you, my reality changes
but so does yours
maybe we all live different realities
Maybe there is trillions of realities
that of each living being, of each entity
they have their own, one only they can define
we, I mean, I struggle to understand the concept
Maybe I am not meant to control reality
Not mine, not that of others
Maybe reality is meant to control itself
by reacting to another reality
what if everything is water
and we are drops of water
making circles in a large pond
a pond of realities
what is it really, some jest
some joke that we have purpose
I don't know anymore
reality only matters as long as we want it to
maybe that is the only reality we need to know
that as long as we think it matters, it exists
and when we forget it, it's no longer there