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.