Over and over and up, covering the fear of facing the truth
We believe on a thought-made foundation
We even convince people to believe so
We are so certain that at one point we confuse
Asking ourselves: what is the truest reality?
The moment we ask this question
is the moment we are the closest to what is real.
But again we refuse to see.
We distract our curious inner questions.
We wear glasses of structured imagination.
Something that majority of people wear anyway.
But if we have a little room,
Just a bit of space to be open,
We might see that it is alright to question.
It is safe to be lost, for we only lost in a strain of our thought.
We might find that we do not actually lost,
We just find another horizon, an expanded playground of our mind.
This room that we provide for our inner exploration
is a priceless gift to ourselves.
A gift to stand bravely while trying to understand reality.
To be courageous even when others do not see what we see.
It is probably better to be content with oneself
than to be lonely with the rest of the world by our side.
