Realms of Reality

City Ballad

The clock - it can only
   tick forward;
Our mind filled with garbage -
   who says we should recycle?
Life can be so abstract -
   here one minute,
   gone the next.
Sea filled with angry beasts
   "What have you done?"
The man calmly walks down
   6th avenue -
   not even looking back.
What lies around that corner?
   ...could just be the bus stop....

Challenge

Beyond our handicrafted fantasies,
   lies our hated realities...
Reaching for all that is not real,
   only pretending,
   it is a fine line.
Challenge those fears,
   though they cling,
[They could take you over...]
Differences of opinion
   creates the worst arguments;
Our feet drag,
   we don't want to catch up.

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