Reality

Reality is little more than falling out of a fluffy cloud of tranquility To fall face-down on a world where the very term of harmony Is met with glares and people screaming in agony Because what we pictured was not anything near what is to be Reality is little more than closing the last pages of fantasy Look around and struggle simply to believe That all we do and all we see Is something more than mystery Reality is little more than bringing your hopes and dreams Out of the sky to a place a little lower than Your expectations and maybe theirs too So your flimsy hands can go wave a little more Because it’s a little closer, but not any less farther away Reality is little more than finally bursting your bubble And crash into an oceanic mass of waves and storms All trying to bring you down because nobody wants you Nobody cares, they want to shut your voice Reality is little more than realizing everything is meaningless Sunrise to sunset repeats over whether we see them or not And some things come and go regardless of what We do, because our actions may shape the world, but some things we cannot change Reality is little more than another whisper “You’re not good enough” because imperfection is my definition Since all the good things come with double-edged faces And all you call success drowns in misery before you can even say “I did well” Reality is little more than your heart leaping a little higher Because maybe finally somebody’s eyes met yours with a mutual affection And you hope to God a romance from fairy tales can sprout between two souls who Hardly know about themselves, and much less the other person Until you finally open your eyes to their true colors And you turn away in disgust They are just like you Reality is little more than seeing picture perfect as a perfect lie It’s only perfect because time stops And so do the emotions, feelings, thoughts, the world itself If we can maybe find a moment when all humanity is happy In one second and stop at that moment Would “Picture Perfect” come true? Reality is little more than seeing your attempts to do better Be trampled underfoot by others who hardly acknowledge you anymore Paths that once crossed now become thorns against each other Converge once more just to break the other down Reality is little more than all the wonders of life And wonders of emotion Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, self-control, hope Falling down in two-faced despair because we instantly break the purity Of those words and assume that’s okay It’s normal to have extraneous thoughts and actions because We’re not perfect right? Reality is little more than a glimpse of what life really is An ugly mess Why do angels and demons adore us so much? To always be by our side, tempt us and try us, make us and break us, heal us and hurt us As if we as a species are so curiously unique Celestial beings surround us Reality is little more than realizing No one is an angel No one is a demon We are humans