All my life
I’ve done all I could
To ground myself in…
“Reality”
Grasp this concept I couldn’t understand;
Shaved of bit by bit of my soul,
Hurt myself to feel rooted in,
When all I wanted to do was float away…
On my imagination
To places no one’s seen before
And no one else ever will.
Until one day, I realised that reality
Is a concept
Socially created to try and explain the…
Unexplainable
… That is, the concept of existence.
And I did not fit in their pattern.
That day, weight lifted off,
I turned to bubbles of
oxygenated happiness,
And I finally understood that reality
Is what I make of it,
And their “normality”
Is such a boring existence…
Sloths pity them.
So, I stand back and finally…
Finally,
Get on my boat
Sit back and relax
Draw the curtains
And see
What I’ve been craving to
For so long…
