Finding Reality

Tue, 01/14/2014 - 21:06 -- Kropp



Hovering above where I want to be

Reality isn't about keeping calm

or carrying on

Reality is fog in a forest

Orange trees swallowed whole

Unaware of what is said or heard

Oblivious actions cutting deep

Staying real while figuring out what


actually means 

must be the impossible task that 

life itself gives her


Who we are is yet to be seen

But fog clears

and souls will breathe again.


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