Reality Poem by Deborah White

Time stands by my side in silence,
and love leads me through life blind.
Passion lashes my desires and
disappointment torments my mind.
Decisions rise pronounced and
unmeasured; choice sets back my ideas.


Joy derives from pure contentment;
age celebrates my happiness in years.
Striving aims to determine my exertion,
expectation clambers from my dreams.
Fulfilment realises my understanding,
achievement accomplishes the means.

So where am I going can anyone say
and does anyone really know? Which
direction it is that truth says I should
believe I have to go? What is my proper
reality and which is the true realm?

Am I floundering about in life’s ocean
or am I really at the helm? Do I fade into
darkness or should I burst at the seam
Can I ask you, do I dream to live or
should I live to dream?

Aristotle once told me I should
enjoy my thoughts he didn't say
whether I should keep them locked
safely in my head. Or to delve into
my secrets share my innermost
thinking with you.

Divulge the beliefs and opinions
I didn't know I thought were true.
And ask the many questions that
I always wanted to ask.
Speaking metaphorically should I try
do I dare, split the atom in two

So the next time you see Stephen Hawking
please ask him for me. Is the world really
infinite? Does time truly run backwards?
Can he explain my dreams to me?
Which part of reality is it I don't understand
what atom of certainty is it thatI really don't see?