skimming the surface of 'Reality'
By BetaWolfinVA
skimming the surface of "reality"
watching time pass by on the wings of vultures
fleeting (tho I don't begrudge) the year nears its end
"reality" is a silent hell,
where song and sound are dulled by yells,
red rage, and lack of hope
shielded from reality
I try to find a doorway,
and force my way in
I look (farther than my eyes can reach)
homeward to the mountains
back to where I felt I could touch the god
my life is my friends online
the books I read, the games I play,
and my work, and my work
freedom?
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Copyright FRIDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1995 HHMCameron