PaperAngel23
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In Actuality
Deep within my soul I feel that everything is just all to real.
Often I wish I could fall back asleep as the sheep creep
softly into my mind and on a dime my thoughts simply sublime.
Where the thin hippopotamus roam and where a gnome could easily find peace in its dome. As my childhood memories run thin, as my subconscious dreams are pitched into a bin, a thought crossed my mind. What if everything we see is an illusion? Take away that illusion. Then what would we see? Perhaps our minds would be set free of all troubling reflections and afflicting imperfections. That’s when I wake up. As sudden as a mouse diving into a concrete cup. The wall border lining young and old grows small and my imagination is harder to recall. Leaving me to wonder why and my breathe is only left with a sigh.
In Actuality
Deep within my soul I feel that everything is just all to real.
Often I wish I could fall back asleep as the sheep creep
softly into my mind and on a dime my thoughts simply sublime.
Where the thin hippopotamus roam and where a gnome could easily find peace in its dome. As my childhood memories run thin, as my subconscious dreams are pitched into a bin, a thought crossed my mind. What if everything we see is an illusion? Take away that illusion. Then what would we see? Perhaps our minds would be set free of all troubling reflections and afflicting imperfections. That’s when I wake up. As sudden as a mouse diving into a concrete cup. The wall border lining young and old grows small and my imagination is harder to recall. Leaving me to wonder why and my breathe is only left with a sigh.