How fragile is the thread
That anchors us to reality,
That spans the gap between here and there;
How easily we flow
From one side to the other
With barely a thought interrupted;
'Tis part of the process -
Reason is not selective
Of the source from which it comes;
And therefore may be real or not;
How much of inspiration
Is personal belief
And how much is fantasy?
Do our lives get caught up
In the passion that is word
And the fine line becomes blurred?
Do we become the product
Of our own imagination
With addiction to the written word?
'Tis a very fine thread
That anchors us to reality......................
Is it strong enough to hold us there?
This is excellent very thoughtful stuff....He says pondering......! ! Séamus
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Linda, Lots said, and I would bet a lot more thought about, that wasn't! B.V.A.