What can I see,
With all these walls around me?
All of my life I’ve built them up,
I’m caught inside of definition,
And I can’t help but feel I’m stuck.
What can I feel,
When every feeling feels so real?
When you see ice and I see fire,
My heart is lied to by desire,
An Iron chain of boundless zeal.
If time is an illusion,
Where does that leave me but
Trapped inside an everchanging dream:
A simulation of
What will come to pass,
If we can find a way to see
Past the Illusions.
What can I know,
When water so clear can turn to snow?
All of these questions inside my head are
Fighting a war with me,
When all that dictates a tree’s life is the color
Of the stuff that falls from the sky.
Some say time is fixed;
A fleeting image to our minds,
Each wristwatch: a corrosion,
Each telescope a time machine, to
See the stars of our past lives.
We look through the glass at
Twisted objects held up to the other side
Trying to make out shapes and figures that
We can call
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