We don’t have to deal with reality much longer
There’s this world out there, in here that everyone knows
Yet it can be entirely ours
Untouched, crafted down to the most detailed details
There’s this world where we can be ourselves
And watch the food roll by in their carts
Perfectly assembled, on display for all eternity
For all to long for, for all to ogle at
The waves will crash in perfect rhythm
Day after day, year after year
We can ride that same swing into the sea
Time and time again
Everyone will have brightly knit sweaters
Perfectly pressed suits
Perfectly tied shoes
No ripped hems or frayed edges
Those don’t belong here
The words – encouraging and piquing
They float around in the air
For just us to see
And yet everyone has read them
At one point or another
They assert vague statements
This is life!
Life goes on!
Onward we march!
March 4th – the only day that is also a call to action.
So what do they mean?
What do we do with them?
Do we smile and look away
And the thought immediately flees our minds
Do we grimace and take it in stride
Stand up and search for its meanings?
The lighting – spot on, day or night
Filtered immaculately, to tickle our buds
To satisfy our criteria
Words on photos,
Photos on words.
Here in this paradise,
We are welcomed.
We are strangers.
Yet we are all family.
Yet every day is a new revelation.
(Just curious, does anyone have any clue what I am writing about? Hope it’s not too obvious.)