I brought Reality outside…

I brought Reality outside,
So She could look around with me;
But everywhere I hap’d to gaze,
She wouldn’t see what I would see.
A city street – a simple thing –
To Her, a great complexity.

Where I saw disconnected things,
She saw one joined totality;
‘Twas strange, and quite uncomfortable,
This fearsome actuality —
A world that isn’t mine at all,
When seen as by Reality.

I took Her back to my hotel,
And left her there to sleep the day;
For I have work to do, and She
Would not be much help anyway.
For oft, my waking work is this:
To keep Reality at bay.

And now, upon the city street,
I see again as through my lens;
Perspective locked within the walls
Of I-know-now and I-knew-then.
The choices that we make are Real,
And on them, happiness depends —

But how Reality is shaped?
To claim I know
Is just

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

6 thoughts on “I brought Reality outside…”

  1. I did say remarakable! But those words that you have penned, killed me a little on the inside!

  2. If those words had a fragrance, it would be named “solitude”!

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