mr_fluffy
Bluelighter
woke up today, tripping on reality
questioning it, teasing in, testing it, assesing it
what is real? and what is 'real'? actually, what is?
i mean, we all live our own reality
what we perceive as real is merely our limited interpretation
of our own experience of what is
or is it?
god is the only one that knows what is real
that is if there's a god
i believe there is, so i move on
god, omniscient, omnipotent, eternal
everywhere, all the time, for all time, all in an instant
true perception of reality is only possible when all is known
otherwise, each limited experience of the universe
merely produces it's own unreal version of reality
you ask: what is important?
he answers: what is real?
i say: what is real?
your own tenuous grasp of what once was?
a dead, festering corpse of promises long forgotten
a suffocating duty, a warm comfort-zone
that ultimately chokes and stifles?
i mean, it's real. you can touch it, and assess it
it's known and defined, but is it 'real'?
or is it just an excuse to ignore what might be.
the nebulous is frightening
it's unknown, vague, unenlightening
the hint of what might be, a small suspicion
but is it real? are you being 'real' by ignoring it, or by chasing it?
are you 'keeping it real' by sticking with what you know
as destructive and uninspiring as it is
or would you be more real
more honest with yourself
if you acknowledge that a certain time has passed
and that it's past due to move on, and live life again
the reason i'm tripping out on reality
is 'cos the word real is used, abused and adduced
by all and sundry
each believing that they have a true grasp on reality
while those around them merely get the glimmers
but the truth is, each one of us
perceives, defines and lives
their own different reality
and now and again two or more people come together
whose own skewed views of reality broadly match each other's
and we call them friends, we make a connection
not because we understand what is
but because we're all as fucked up as each other.
and yet, i loop again
what is real?
is there an absolute standard?
a measure we compare against that tells us yay or nay.
or is it all grey, bleak, monotonously varying shades of nothing
why is my own relationship with someone i haven't even met yet
more real to me than anything i ever experienced in another's presence
is reality what i can touch, see, taste
sensible with my carnal body
or is that limiting reality
can my mind come into it, my imagination, my aspirations, my fears
what is real? and how can i be sure?
i mean, i gather the information as it pertains to me
i assess it according to who i am and what i have lived
i apply it under the duress of my own aspirations, hopes and dreams
my reality is totally subjective, completely at my whim
what is objective reality? does anyone know? can anyone ever?
questioning it, teasing in, testing it, assesing it
what is real? and what is 'real'? actually, what is?
i mean, we all live our own reality
what we perceive as real is merely our limited interpretation
of our own experience of what is
or is it?
god is the only one that knows what is real
that is if there's a god
i believe there is, so i move on
god, omniscient, omnipotent, eternal
everywhere, all the time, for all time, all in an instant
true perception of reality is only possible when all is known
otherwise, each limited experience of the universe
merely produces it's own unreal version of reality
you ask: what is important?
he answers: what is real?
i say: what is real?
your own tenuous grasp of what once was?
a dead, festering corpse of promises long forgotten
a suffocating duty, a warm comfort-zone
that ultimately chokes and stifles?
i mean, it's real. you can touch it, and assess it
it's known and defined, but is it 'real'?
or is it just an excuse to ignore what might be.
the nebulous is frightening
it's unknown, vague, unenlightening
the hint of what might be, a small suspicion
but is it real? are you being 'real' by ignoring it, or by chasing it?
are you 'keeping it real' by sticking with what you know
as destructive and uninspiring as it is
or would you be more real
more honest with yourself
if you acknowledge that a certain time has passed
and that it's past due to move on, and live life again
the reason i'm tripping out on reality
is 'cos the word real is used, abused and adduced
by all and sundry
each believing that they have a true grasp on reality
while those around them merely get the glimmers
but the truth is, each one of us
perceives, defines and lives
their own different reality
and now and again two or more people come together
whose own skewed views of reality broadly match each other's
and we call them friends, we make a connection
not because we understand what is
but because we're all as fucked up as each other.
and yet, i loop again
what is real?
is there an absolute standard?
a measure we compare against that tells us yay or nay.
or is it all grey, bleak, monotonously varying shades of nothing
why is my own relationship with someone i haven't even met yet
more real to me than anything i ever experienced in another's presence
is reality what i can touch, see, taste
sensible with my carnal body
or is that limiting reality
can my mind come into it, my imagination, my aspirations, my fears
what is real? and how can i be sure?
i mean, i gather the information as it pertains to me
i assess it according to who i am and what i have lived
i apply it under the duress of my own aspirations, hopes and dreams
my reality is totally subjective, completely at my whim
what is objective reality? does anyone know? can anyone ever?
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