Is it true?
the words I hear
and the visuals I see,
beyond truth is all I ever believe,
but for me to see,
and for me to hear
is it reality?
the feelings that i feel
and the thoughts I create,
how life can at times be so trite and flat, more or less.
slowly disintegrating from the rest of world and crashing down
like the violent winds hitting the Pacific deep blue waves
is it perceived perceptions?
the absoluteness of the imaginary thoughts I have
my life feels great and in the midsts of the waves
comes crashing down like the sunken ship being pulled in
by its instinctive gravity and the help of the constant waves,
how deep it moves beyond the scopes of the sun horizon as it
shutters the reflections of the water.
I creates of all things I come to believe, see, hear, and think
to spend time dwelling on the inabsoluteness leaves
me confused and tired.
To feel alive
to be spoken
to be that of perceptions
it is time to let go of the magics of my mind
and to go crashing with the waves
and to create a live worth living,
and to inspire to those as if that of the horizon of a million sparkles
on the deep blue waters.
a present and future lives on
along the midst of the waves:
the waves of love,
that of the ocean.