Wrong is right, left is right, and day is night.
Can you tell me why up is down, and dark is light?
Everything's a little off since I checked back in to reality.
I don't think I trust the things my eyes can see.
It's like a made-up scene in a made-up play,
and I'm just an untrained actor since the day
fate stepped in and I lost the hand,
and now I'm trying to move in quicksand.
Lightning-quick days give way to lightning-quick nights,
pass me by like a magician's trick, or the blink of an eye
If someone told me it would still be the monster chasing me,
I'd have said they're so wrong, negative, and crazy.
Submitted: September 29, 2015
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Very good poem questioning the basics that we usually don’t consider within our lives. Well done.
Fri, April 19th, 2019 5:52pm