Reality?

 

I am this mediocre writer
Who wants to build
An exceptional world so dear.

Please let me be
Here, in this beautiful space
Where lines stretch from gaps and silence.

Acceptance is weak, someone said,
I accept it, as I accept the world
Just as it is, unafraid.

But if thoughts are things
Words, expressed beings
Eldorado can spring out, dance and sing.

Most of us are secure, safe typecast
Caged within with inert wings
The rest who dare are outcast.

I don’t have enough intelligence,
In the middle, I write with limited strings
That déjà vu reality cannot make sense.

© supratik 2020
Views: 780
critique and comments welcome.
Subscribe
Notify of
2 Comments
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
Stormwolf

We are as we imagine ourselves to be. So many bound by past negativity in the form of comments, actions from those who despise tall poppies. From self realization of our greatness.

“Most of us are secure, safe typecast
Caged within with inert wings
The rest who dare are outcast.”

Indeed. May I always be an outcast.
Alison x

Flag Content