Tentacled existence
Holds us in place
Moulding dreams
Reining in, desires
Are we really free
To pursue our hearts calling
When the choices we make
Often chain us, to a reality that drains
Is being in the now
Living current reality
The only truth
We must contend with?
If the past is gone
And the future a fantasy
Isn’t the now
A passing fallacy?
Things that make you go hmmm! Such a good write... you got me pondering...10/10 for that :)
Wow. Nice! 'If the past is gone And the future a fantasy Isn’t the now A passing fallacy? ' Deceptions accepted do become perceptions believed. Eventually! And if so...what or Who has created 'this' reality?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're correct..I totally agree with you..great10