You see the world through your eyes,
journeying down life’s lonesome path,
so real or filled with self-serving lies,
the complexity of nature’s inner wrath.
Experience brings the feeling of pain,
from the day’s heat, to the cold night,
reality of which, we are all just so vain,
never knowing what lingers in the light.
Life hold so much that we see and feel,
constantly interpreter by our perception,
as human nature strives to mend and heal,
it’s possible we live in our own perception.
Realm of life holds many dimensions,
each deciding what is and what is not,
struggling with our own apprehensions,
believing but never really knowing a lot.
This world created by our own illusion,
fighting our existence each and everyday,
lost in the enigma of our own confusion,
many of us are lost, never finding the way.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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