Nothing As It Seems

The day breaks, wild and violent
Storm-born and virulent on the wings of the Sun.
While children cower mid-nightmare,
The grown put away fear and face the day.

Accepted as the end of evil,
This new trap among the needles and spines
Seeks to tear the glory away from the Light,
Once more only a mirrored gaze of Darkness

Nothing is truly what it seems,
These dreams within dreams lead back to shattered reality.
For what is real?  What have we proven "real" to be?
Nothing but expectation and repetition...

We shy from what we fear,
We lie to ourselves each sunrise.
Are we so afraid we cannot see what is happening,
Beneath the flesh of expected lies?

Perhaps the Sun rises not in the East,
Perhaps we stand on the Sky...
Filled with false hopes for calmer tides,
Lost in this sea we call Reality.