Reality

 

The realty is there is none,

Just a kaleidoscope of whatever

The hell you happened to be thinking

At the time, each thought creating another

Big bang for someone to ponder down the line,

Develop raw theories, write laws with experiments to

Prove that it wasn’t an accidental ejaculation or unexpected

Orgasm causing everything to expand or contract at mind warping

Speed, listen to lectures from those with agile minds telling

Us tales of truth from science and religion and their greater

Understanding, withstanding the urge to toss out the drunk

Wondering out loud in the crowd if it wasn’t simply some

Giant jerking off in the clouds, each droplet a universe

Unto itself, believing they’re it, they’re alone,

There is no other intelligence out there.

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