hitching a slow ride back to reality
where are you going and how deep
have you delved into this world within a world
it’s like discovering a brand new planet
and the race to get there is extreme
actor after actor catching the next wave
your eyes are not your own but then again
what you see is superficial
appearing courtesy of part fact and part fiction
I keep asking you what is the rush
but you’re unable to hear mere mortal words
faint voices sounding vaguely familiar
may two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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Is that your eyes are not your own or owned??? I like the poem by the way, just feel you’ve left something out.
Thank you for proofing this one – I’ve fixed the omitted word! You’re the best, Daniella!
You’re welcome! You do the same for me.