I believe that
this screen
is a metaphor
for this existence.
We post photos
of the falsely sculpted
moments of our lives
yet
in the time we spend
being so dishonest
we miss out
on time
not promised.
–
The fictional books we read
are they really fantasy?
or are they
the impenetrable fragments
deep within our mind’s eye
the places where fairytales exist
yet
the world works restlessly
to cover it?
–
Who are we?
Why are we here?
the questions I ask
yet
I know
will never be answered
because that would be
too easy
or
is it because
we’re already aware
deep within our soul’s
endless stream of knowing
in which
we may only see
after the time of our going
from this earth
But do we ever leave?
–
These questions I ask
out of pure curiosity
Because my soul yearns
for me
to discover the truth
behind it all,
underneath,
(beyond the screen).