Living Among the Unreal

Reality isn't real,

Just as words are not real.

Same as breath is not a thought, but an action.

What we see, what we taste, what we feel

We're fragmented believing in a world that cannot be true.

Same as thought is not processed, but just is.

We've all been lied to

For who can prove that what we believe is tangible

Is truly so?

When the "insane" come forth with wild allegations

Who's to say that he is wrong

And we are afraid to believe in something we cannot understand?

We are shackled to a floor of false beliefs

As the prisoners born from the words of Plato

We sit, contentedly staring at a wall of shadows.

Those artificial people dance across the dank wall,

Forcing us to obey the existence we're shown

For we know not of a thing to rival it.

And we are wrong,

Guilty of trusting a potentially false life,

Embracing knowledge fed to us by the theorists that teach us.

Author's Note

Written 12/18/13