reality:

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reality:

Is this life real at all?

Is this life just some trickery to which we fall?

It is hard to question this matter the slightest bit,

but we have the right to ponder it.

Could everything that we see just be false and untrue?

Is the sky not even blue?

For some things we can make sense of,

others are complicated just like love.

How do we explain some of the miracles in this life?

Why do our minds and hearts bleed as if stabbed by a knife?

Sometimes I get this certain feeling of despair.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I feel it in the air.

How to explain this extra ordinary world of amazement.

Gravity, what keeps me to the pavement.

Someone answer my questions please,

so maybe one night I can be reassured and get my rest and Zzz's.

Goodnight world that I ponder about.

When I sleep, I dream, I let it all out.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

MandahBear’s Poems (7)

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