Saturday, April 23, 2011

Impaired Waking Life

Reality's company
Is such a bore.

The disability to believe in ability.

You are all created from my imagination,
Objects, obstacles.

What is memory?

Creation.

It's simple. It's fake.

Life lives, falls and at last comes the break.
I will keep my window open,
The breeze feels better, indoors.

1 comment:

rivercat said...

i ike this one, i thought about it before i wrote my lastest post.

the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...