Wednesday, February 11, 2015
The Greater Illusion
This ache buried deep within my soul;
A subterranean cleave drowned
Beneath living life every day—
What do I hesitate to confront?
What do I bury fathoms deep?
Why this procrastination? Why mistrust?
Is my soul liberty at stake
With living life each day?
Do I die every second,
Burying possibilities inch by inch?
What is this world that confronts?
And then what is this within?
Which a greater reality
An which an illusion still?
Who's to say? Who's to say but I?
Who's to say if my life was successfully led?
Who but I? Who but I to decide what was meaningless—
My net worth, my happiness, peace of mind, or my loves?
Who but I?
And once disclosed—will the pain subside?
Who's to say?
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