Reality And Reasoning Poem by Phil Soar

Where does reality sit among my reasoning?
How do I seek my solace when my thoughts are sad?
Will anything I say have more importance?
And why does everything I hear seem bad?

It's quite unique to not care one Iota
To stroll through life as if it's all a dream
Not caring who says what, or how they think of you
How to avoid the social media stream

Does everything need constant explanation?
Why can't we just accept that we are flawed?
And all the consequences of our actions
Will mean one day the world will be destroyed