Against a reality that is not yours nor is it mine
Maybe it’s all something we play
and we are all to the point of self constructed emptiness.
You decide now or not has no meaning
can you believe yourself even though reality is not yours.
Maybe it’s every man for himself and a scam
maybe it’s just something we hear as a scream.
You point with your finger
don’t know at all that it’s for you a bell is ringing.
Like everyone else
do you want to follow the indifference?
The fingers pointing
will you ever see and understand life or just be absorbed?
Maybe we forgot the sound of each other
and in that we have all lost our mind.
I have decided
well I know that reality can be tough.
Maybe it’s all the words we forget to say
maybe it’s just best to keep quiet.
A finger points.
but never on you but at you and everything is as usual
Maybe it’s all illusions
served to us all in edible portions.
I point with my finger
but only on the few who have got their wings.
Like those who can make their choice
I will forever walk alone
beside this small army of keepers
and follow the trail of those who dare.