Swain Sways on Swain Days
I keep seeing what I can only describe as small yellow balls in my peripheral vision.
The sky is brokenDon't trust what you seeVision deceivesYour instincts receiveLights burn brightDancing on the reality's edge Bright motes swimAs you drownNothing is realNot even what you seeBelieve what you feelOnly then can you beWhen you look at the worldObservation changes itCreate your own realityOnly then can you be happyI see them too...
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The sky is broken
Don't trust what you see
Vision deceives
Your instincts receive
Lights burn bright
Dancing on the reality's edge
Bright motes swim
As you drown
Nothing is real
Not even what you see
Believe what you feel
Only then can you be
When you look at the world
Observation changes it
Create your own reality
Only then can you be happy
I see them too...
Post a Comment