Petrified by
How much my mind’s eye
Is prone to a mind’s lies.
Seeing things that are not there
While missing things that are present.
How can I not resent my judgement?
Flying through a variety of realities is no way to live a life.
What’s real is what’s before you
Not behind some other door you only think you see.
Tough enough to fix today
It’s not enough to walk away
From the days & ways of pain.
Focus on the shame
Let it propel the flame…
Reminder: It is all just a game.