How many layers of conjecture do we need to peel back to find true reality? Is it even possible for us to comprehend?
Glass Onion Reality by Michael Doyle All things, all times, all places Bear the burden across all faces We've pushed to avoid the eventuality Of what has become of this reality Despite the urge to preserve It seems all paths lead to fear When none of the answers known Have proven true as shown Everyone grieves in their own way Each soul searches to find end of day As the false world crumbles down And the survivors pick up victory's crown A murder of ravens follow like a shadow Across the pillars of all previously known It becomes incalculable in transparency As we face the new world with hesitancy Yet, it is that we simply must Take the risks and chance the trust Believing our own eyes as we look God shapes His fist and then it is shook The mind is one of God's dominions Peeled back in layers like a glass onion In our pride, we struggle to be first Surrounded by water, we are dying of thirst Sparked up with the currents of life Our hardest limits being imposed by strife But, if only, we would live fully in peace We would live best the path of sweet release (c) March 15, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 