Where is reality?

What’s it like to be left behind when everyone else is right?
Why do I feel in the minority, in the wrong, left to fight?
How come the compass swings away from the centre?
And all of our force is in flight.
Where is reality? Has it gone with the night?

Our leaders run riot, they leave us behind,
Is it flight that protects us from facing our minds?
The midpoint is empty, a ghostly machine,
There is no real sentry, just rocks in between.

The left and the right,
The up and the down,
The forward and backward,
All this without sound.

Strong is the warrior who finds the right way
For life’s an illusion,
Between night and day.

So wake up at sunrise and search through the clouds,
The streets are all empty, gone are the crowds.
Wherever your journey there’s no place to go,
Apart from reality all this is a show.

A game we keep playing,
A dance to a tune
That none of us listen to, except a select few.

Where is reality?
It’s there lost in time
You’ll know when you find it
A sublime out of mind.

So come, succumb and come inside,
Life’s a reality that flows with the tide.

So take a deep breath
And look right and left
You see something out there
A dance in the light.


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