Reality - Poem by Kevin Cortes
we see things for what will become.
But in most eyes,
we see what has already become.
In this, we don't see the true meanings,
the true feelings of life.
Our minds tend to drift away,
into an unlikey conclusion,
of which is not true.
We all learn to conquer this feeling,
for what is really, and truly what we believe in.
For when the red fire turns to blue,
an unlikely hue,
for which represents are souls.
As the fire turns to red,
our souls are now unholy.
Our feelings tend to disappear and turn to dust.
But for when this happens,
We then see why this has become,
for the real reason,
our treason in our hearts,
to not let go,
of what has become of us.
Our minds just start to work,
and the mirror image in our minds,
turn to reality, in which reality is
what we make of it.
The only meaning of life.
It's what we think and feel.
Everything was made,
by the minds of our souls,
to imagine the good, and the bad
of this world.
So the reality is imagination,
and what we make of it.
But what drives this,
Love, the passion of imagining,
will be in our hearts forever more.
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