Thru the looking glass...
A deeper glance at reality: By Ken Cruz
Reality shifts moment to moment...
I swear I see something deeper beneath the surface...
But can’t expose it..
So instead I hold it..
Like some strange tryst I had with sin
Telling no one
Hoping it will go away
But day after day
I feel like I’m the one who gets played
For observers I’m misportrayed
Lost to something I can’t explain
What’s real in a moment
Can change without notice
And since they didn’t notice they won’t condone it
And when I find that feeling I just want to hold it
But sometimes it feels God just won’t let me own it
If not but for a moment
Like a free sample when I’m hungry and out of money
I can savor but a taste
A morsel or bliss
But it’s like the greater satisfaction will not exist
Still I persist trying to explain this
If I was a bird I’d fly away and never look back
Find a new track
A simpler way to get thru my days
I’d soak up the suns rays
And feast from gods garden everyday
I’d never look back and it would be simple as that
Instead I’m a great ship
The mighty titanic anchored somewhere with promises of wealth and bliss ...
Im strong mighty and hold on to this
But sometimes I ask myself why I even exist
I feel a tug of war for my soul
And I question my goals
I play pretend and act like one of the zombies and blend
But then my heartaches and something in my soul tries to wake