Saturday, 12 August 2023

The back door to reality

 

Even if it's a delusion
What the heck if it helps me breathe,
I will open the back door to reality
Sometime later may be,
When everyone's found their own reality/s
So they won't roll their eyes at me
Calling my delusions;
Signs of lunacy.
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