What is Reality (and Who)?
Who am I?
Am I the person I think I am -
the person you think I am,
or the person they think I am.
I pick “E” — None of the above.
Reality is malleable at best;
undefinable at worst.
Who I am
is changed each time it is reflected
through my own mind.
More still, when reflected
through the mind
of another sentient being.
I think the best that any of us can hope for
is that our attempts to be the best,
translate into and back from
other people in some similar fashion.
Each take at an action -
each take at “I am”
goes out in a million pieces
before coming back to us
as reflections seen by others.
Reality.
Is it harder to be who everyone thinks you are,
or who you know you are?
Harder to live within the perceptions of the world,
or within the wholeness of your heart?
And what is right? Where is Truth?
Who is best served — more adjusted; less insane?
I know a truth that is impossible.
Unreal.
And yet it IS truth.
IS real.
Reality.
For more than half a century,
this truth has lived in darkness -
Removed —
From reality,
and the hope that it might fade
with the passing of time.
But nothing is so simple.
No heart, no hope, no truth.
And reality?
That’s what we live.
Truth remains, though -
Stays there, wet and weeping.
an inconvenient honesty
left dripping outside
after the rain.