Tuesday 2 October 2018

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Prism of life
Prison of mind
The implicit forces that bend us in every which way
Is it truth i see or lies
For when even reality belies the truth
What can i really be sure of

The loudest voices surround us in block colours
Painting the world with their convictions
But only if you’re really quiet 
Look past what there is to see
Will the nebulous truth emerge 
Flicker by flicker
Speck by speck
And if you blink too quickly 
It will be gone

Disc of you

You left the disc of you
For me to watch alone
Around and around it plays
The eject button erased
So all I can do is see images of you face
Go around and around
The childlike grin
Fleeting glances
A cheeky glint from the side of your eye

I carry each face in my backpack
Flick through them in spare moments
They project into reality
Distorting what I see
Casting a shadowy hue over all I do

Since I can't stop watching
Play it again and again
I can't help but wonder
If you're watching the disc of me too