Star Of Bethlehem Poem by Michael Matsuda

He goes on thinking.
His brain conjures up contradictions.
He's tired of hypotheticals.
He scrambles to grasp the concepts of the world around him.
Life is but a perception of your own reality.

You can't imagine the dreams nor the nightmares that leaves him stammering.
You can't comprehend what he perceives.
You will never have a shot in the dark to guess what's on his mind.
You will not be able to grasp his reality when your universe is in a different system.
The Star of Bethlehem is intangible while on this planet.

I cannot fathom why I won't stop thinking.
I will not accept any current state of time: past, present, or future.
I cannot pretend because my vivid imagination was traded for reality a long time ago.
I cannot look on with my eyes close nor can I bear to have them see reality.
What is reality?
Is it with eyes opened or closed?
What is buried underneath this asphalt that holds me so?
What path do I follow on this myriad of paths that I created?

The world will always be a lonely place. I, a ghost among the crowd, will adhere to walk the path I chose with cold sides.
I hope the Star of Bethlehem shines bright tonight...