Reality Poem by Flamora Clevare

My hopes and dreams have become a blur into this so called reality. Who commands it? What summons it? Why must it be here? A puppet must obey it's puppetier. Are we puppets or people? We're slaves now to reality and the fantasy world that we created for ourselves has been crushed down to bits by the bombs, bullets, drugs, and cruelty reality threw at us. Paradise is only a fantasy and will stay that. No one will ever be able to experience true happiness because reality goes against it and we have to face it with only our beating hearts and torn soul. Reality kills the heart we go in with and eats our soul. Who says we have to obey to it's laws? We've become the puppet and we are obeying our puppetier but why? Why do we do this? Why must we obey? Do we not have a mind to do freely? Or are we too cowardice to turn from reality? Some have but are you scared you'll be called crazy or insane? The only people free are people who look away from reality and search for the 'happiness' we want to achieve. Maybe they'll find it. Maybe they won't. But at least they try to find a dream. At least they try to face against reality and make their dreams and hopes real.

My words may not change your reason to fight. The may change your reason to live however. Live a free life and don't try to face anything you can't handle. Live your life however way you want it. Don't push yourself off the edge or watch someone else do it to themselves. Don't be too selfish that'd you'd watch someone destroy themselves.