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 4^th – 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.

Just words.

Just photos.

 

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.)