Fraying Reality

The pot won’t boil until you look away

Just like I won’t come again until today

When their reality begins to fray

That when people really begin to pray

Ideas only flow all the time

Somedays I don’t think I’m fine

There it lies across the Rhine

I don’t even know what’s mine

Practice makes perfect

Though it’s unchecked

But that’s not the subject

All I’m looking for is effect