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this is a poem I wrote this morning after I woke up after an emotionally alarming dream.........

The Lie of Reality

“Driven to distraction”
Be that false or be that true?
Have I really lost my mind,
Or do I find it now in you?
What’s real, it seems, escapes me still
Cloaked by what’s not there
And now I find the truth as hard
To find as it is to bear.
My heartbeat knows not where to go
Nor how to reach its goal
It knows only the desperate war
In my tempest of a soul.
I fear that I should turn
And find that all’s gone sour
For I think the cloud that looms ahead
Is of my darkest, coldest hour.
I know not the way I shall be swept
I’ve been puppeted by a ghost
But the power to control the wind-
I know that’s what I fear most.
The paths I face have separate dangers
But those I hardly feel
For the hardest task lies just ahead;
I must choose the path that’s real.