Knowledge
Mind, a beautiful spider, is at work.
It has woven a deadly trap.
Perceptions are painting the walls of reality,
Everyone known to me breathe predictably.
Just few sentences with them,
And, I start thinking about leaving.
World outside seems so boring,
It is mirroring my inside.
Everything smells alike,
When its not, somehow.
Life appears to be ugly,
Instead fingers pointing my own eyes.
My feet are running by themselves,
Is this really a still ground?
Reality blinded by explanations,
Or, is it my own mind?
2007-05-27
00:21:34
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