The equation
Is trying to solve; itself.
Too many variables
Fraction. Subtraction.
Yet can see no addition.
When the distance comes near
The near gets so far!
A real conundrum of Time
And Space
And reality.
The Real. The Surreal. The Virtual.
But they say,
The Sun will rise every day…
The Clock will tick
Time will flick
And guide
The Way to the Destined.
To know the Real from Surreal.
So I ask Time
The Real can be touched?
And Surreal felt?
One is existence?
Other apparition?
Time says,
“You will know the difference.”
So I wait.
Relentlessly.
Long hauls.
Oh! it never ends...
Windy, hilly, road.
Time says:
"It takes a life time
To know the Real
from Surreal
They mimic one another
That thou cant tell the difference
Sure you will
Learn the narrow strip
That runs through...
To know the real from surreal
For that
Wait you must, more."
Among other disqualifications (cynic), I am prosaic. So how would it go in prose?
ReplyDeleteIts an endless search...When you get Surreal, it becomes Real...and the search continues.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing...it makes some days...Sureal
Fabulously beautiful introspective writing!
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