A poem I wrote about sense and reality I suppose.
Our limited senses provide us with the information
The limited information provides us with the understanding
Our limited understanding prompts our actions
Then our limited actions are ment to define us.
Within the place of unlimited frequency
Possibilities stretch further then the mind can see
With given senses we taste the land
Taste and Taste until devour all we can
Like a painter holds a canvas and strikes it with paint
Your eyes draw darkness and light is its taint
Your ears stretch silence and invade it with sound
To the laws of our own creativity are mind is yet bound
Seeing is believing or so I’ve been told
Believing is seeing is a secret of old
With out us “reality” would just fade away
Like waking from a dream within a mind led astray
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