Sinking Reality Poem by William Mowell

Is This the way of life
Can it be real
Cut bread with a knife
No one is strong as steel

Allusions can drive you insane
But which vision is the truth
Do we really need fortune and fame
Are we really sitting in a restaurant booth

Your mind can play tricks with your eyes
But is this what we are really seeing
Which are truth, and which are lies
Are we really human beings

A hole in the ozone cannot be fixed
By paper or by a pen
Cake batter is being mixed
While the home team wins

Reality is what you make it
Animals in the way we act
You can't just up and quit
That is a proven fact

A life is taken, because of guilt
Loneliness spread lies about
Found him in a colorful quilt
Evidence spread doubt

Some believe in faith
Some in themselves
A life is not a waste
If in himself he dwelled

A pendant is found
An ego corrupted
The evil within
Off the surface erupted

A man to protect the public
But in the shadows he lurks
He only left a cutlet
Of the convenient store clerk