Choose

But rarely do we see
The truth
That blurs the lines
All sense of kismat
twice in a lifetime
And still we run
To that cliff edge
Where jumping
Turns the illusion
Into reality
Again and again
To be lost in the illusion of reality
In the simple blink of the eye
We are caught again in our barbed fences
Controlling and containing
And drawing blood from
All we see
Because it is
How we choose to see it
And dare to repeat it
Free will
Free will
And the poets
And the artists
And the music makers
They tell us
And the world burdens them
As if insane
And holds them to one or the other
Illusion
Or reality
Of what is real
And picks their brain
As if to find a hidden morsel
Where a portal lies waiting in words
And rhythm
But are to tired from jumping cliff and fighting fences....
Or is it just me
The one not running anymore.