Artificial 2

Job 38:36-37 

or has imparted understanding to the mind?
³⁷ Who by wisdom can count the clouds,
and who can tip over the water jars of heaven …

Dreams of yesterday softly and quietly smiling

Illusions in the making for an uncertain rainy day

Little to hang on too but a gentle tearless weeping

As most words are gone by now and little left to say

Who defines reality and separates facts from fiction?

Who in his right mind even tries to define the difference?

Ingrained with some quality that lives a contradiction

Leading the blind far away from simple levels of innocence

Strained in reputation and not caring very much

The pictures that appear by now will glorify just self

Life has all the answers roughly defined by me as such

To be plastered on soul’s surface to harden it very well

Blowing lots of smoke polluting the winds of tenderness

Appearing more like smelling gas staining the undergarment

Taking away all hope of them that are lost in helplessness

As we waste the time of Day in comfort and fake-contentment