I didn’t take this picture,
Then ran it through a filter;
I’m out here to be real,
But something seems off kilter —
It is no wonder that we speak,
Yet seem to have few hearers,
When even our reality
Is made of smoke
And mirrors
I didn’t take this picture,
Then ran it through a filter;
I’m out here to be real,
But something seems off kilter —
It is no wonder that we speak,
Yet seem to have few hearers,
When even our reality
Is made of smoke
And mirrors
I really like this poem as it raises the question how far will we go to change a reality we don’t like – beautifully done :O) x