JUST THINK ABOUT IT

Too paradoxical, too complicated
Having so many souls and colours
Blinding because of too much of everything
Minds coerced by uncertainty
Fathom opposes my reality
Adrift like a hypnotic specter
War games with avatars and archangels
Vanishes all at once through incineration
Fantasy with djinns, krakens, and boas
But who else knows reality?
Each is exceptionally unique
Rarer even in values we hold
Quixotic would be a fit description
To be or not to be? Sane?
Better buried a feet below the ground
What to make of eternity
Nothing
Time to be a god of yourself
Freedom never before experienced
Indescribable, undefined
So, is there something on your mind?

12 february 2002