There is a pause
And then there is darkness
I begin to see that the only reality I perceive is through the hole in my eye
Under the lids there is a perfect world that is running without my knowledge
I touch this world and the hole in my eye leaks this world’s truth
When and where are decisions to be made.
Should any decisions be made
Does it matter?
Life is a circle, round and round and round
The energy flows and the energy is round and round
Where does perception begin and deception end
Where does deception begin and perception end?
And the two clash.
Does it matter as life goes round and round.
And if you are spinning on the wheel like a meteor caught in grandma’s rags does it matter if your tail is burning and you are consumed on the wheel?
Let us have a metaphorical romance.
Let us dip and twirl in the cream of orgasmic reality.
Let me perceive you under the lids and not through the eye.
With the eye comes questions, answers, things that cannot be
With the lids the other world lies with no explanations other than the unperceived reality of goodness and faith.
Love only bathes at the height of passion where nothing is anticipated but the release of all anger and the perfect peace that consumes a few seconds of our long day.
And then there is darkness
I begin to see that the only reality I perceive is through the hole in my eye
Under the lids there is a perfect world that is running without my knowledge
I touch this world and the hole in my eye leaks this world’s truth
When and where are decisions to be made.
Should any decisions be made
Does it matter?
Life is a circle, round and round and round
The energy flows and the energy is round and round
Where does perception begin and deception end
Where does deception begin and perception end?
And the two clash.
Does it matter as life goes round and round.
And if you are spinning on the wheel like a meteor caught in grandma’s rags does it matter if your tail is burning and you are consumed on the wheel?
Let us have a metaphorical romance.
Let us dip and twirl in the cream of orgasmic reality.
Let me perceive you under the lids and not through the eye.
With the eye comes questions, answers, things that cannot be
With the lids the other world lies with no explanations other than the unperceived reality of goodness and faith.
Love only bathes at the height of passion where nothing is anticipated but the release of all anger and the perfect peace that consumes a few seconds of our long day.
