I’ve been chasing dragons
Down rabbit holes again,
Following a mad man,
Chasing that high,
Now I’m Coming down the mountain,
I’ve been lost, four days now
Trying to follow the light
But in no longer matters what direction
The sun sets or rises in,
I’ve been walking at night,
Trying to recreate my reality
Just a few more days and I’ll be climbing
That mountain again, chasing that high,
Trying to escape my reality –
Running away from what bothers me.
And when I finally reached the peak
A brother of the hood, turned to me and
Asked what is real to you?
And I had a million answers at once and I began to
Alomost list them all starting with the fact that
I am real but then cut myself off and
Said no, not recently but I try to be….
So then, I said slowly,
What is really real to me? And every soul I know?
Problems are real, we all suffer from problems,
Stemming from impulse choices based on our dark pasts
Or opinions of others trying to manipulate us into
Something they can use to benefit themselves,
And then I told him society was no better!
Because all they want is to sell you junk to become somebody!
And when you got no money you are a nobody!
And suddenly I realized
I was talking talking to myself…
No one was listening…