The Pond
Imaginary vapors
Imaginary rust
Illusionary actions
All no more than dust
Just a party of partitions
On an imaginary plane
As plain as the nose on your face
As real as your imagined pain
The Greatest Show on Earth
Gone with the blink of your eyes
With the removal of the veil
With the removal of the ties
How did the masquerade begin
How did our costumes convince so
When did we step out in front
When did our sense of direction go
We are dropped into this pond
Not to sink, but swim
And until the day we do,
We’re brought to the surface and dropped again
Until the day Truth propels
Our true nature to the other side
And this depth our life no longer holds
When the body becomes just the ride.
---unAsleep