I Have Yet To Get A Clue. - Poem by Polly Klomp
Parallel delusion, is everything I see a fake?
Or am I just wondering if I’m awake?
Do you really think that all you see is true?
Maybe it’s a mere illusion to burst through
What if all we know and care, is nothing but a flake of the mind
A powerful spell to keep us by our side
It tries to make us, deaf, impaired and so undefined.
Just a constant memory of how they lied.
If something could set us free
What do you think it would like to be?
Is it not only the idea, that something else, might just be better
Or would you still be able to write that letter?
I don’t have the answers to your questions,
I have yet to get a clue
About all the life’s miracles, in relation too,
About all life’s possibilities
And all the suggestions, ever made.
I have yet to get a clue.
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