Reality
Reality is little more than falling out of a fluffy cloud of tranquility
To fall face-down on a world where the very term of harmony
Is met with glares and people screaming in agony
Because what we pictured was not anything near what is to be
Reality is little more than closing the last pages of fantasy
Look around and struggle simply to believe
That all we do and all we see
Is something more than mystery
Reality is little more than bringing your hopes and dreams
Out of the sky to a place a little lower than
Your expectations and maybe theirs too
So your flimsy hands can go wave a little more
Because it’s a little closer, but not any less farther away
Reality is little more than finally bursting your bubble
And crash into an oceanic mass of waves and storms
All trying to bring you down because nobody wants you
Nobody cares, they want to shut your voice
Reality is little more than realizing everything is meaningless
Sunrise to sunset repeats over whether we see them or not
And some things come and go regardless of what
We do, because our actions may shape the world, but some things we cannot change
Reality is little more than another whisper
“You’re not good enough” because imperfection is my definition
Since all the good things come with double-edged faces
And all you call success drowns in misery before you can even say
“I did well”
Reality is little more than your heart leaping a little higher
Because maybe finally somebody’s eyes met yours with a mutual affection
And you hope to God a romance from fairy tales can sprout between two souls who
Hardly know about themselves, and much less the other person
Until you finally open your eyes to their true colors
And you turn away in disgust
They are just like you
Reality is little more than seeing picture perfect as a perfect lie
It’s only perfect because time stops
And so do the emotions, feelings, thoughts, the world itself
If we can maybe find a moment when all humanity is happy
In one second and stop at that moment
Would “Picture Perfect” come true?
Reality is little more than seeing your attempts to do better
Be trampled underfoot by others who hardly acknowledge you anymore
Paths that once crossed now become thorns against each other
Converge once more just to break the other down
Reality is little more than all the wonders of life
And wonders of emotion
Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, self-control, hope
Falling down in two-faced despair because we instantly break the purity
Of those words and assume that’s okay
It’s normal to have extraneous thoughts and actions because
We’re not perfect right?
Reality is little more than a glimpse of what life really is
An ugly mess
Why do angels and demons adore us so much?
To always be by our side, tempt us and try us, make us and break us, heal us and hurt us
As if we as a species are so curiously unique
Celestial beings surround us
Reality is little more than realizing
No one is an angel
No one is a demon
We are humans