Splitting

Waiting for the veils of reality to split
Living on an island alone inside an old myth
Where things are seldom what they appear
The hats look like dragons scaly and fierce
Just rats making money stealing the cheese
Can become as a child believing in fairy tales
But that's all been stolen by crooks and force
Wish they never were we want a divorce
Used to sit behind a filter made of photons of smoke
Something is always off kilter you know it's just a joke
Being all wound up in shrouds of magpie pixels
Avoiding crowds by being utterly consumed
Just a bowling pin for the circus jugglers
Thought suspends the rings burning glowing
There is no telling what is what or who is who
There is no soul behind the mirror
Never ends now no way of knowing
Where is the key to clear the error
Hiding underneath the bed for time has quit
Waiting for the veils of reality to split



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2025-11-25 at 16:06

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