What is Real

Forever searching
Forever waiting
I never will find
Never will find the light again

Is it even real ?
Can I dance on the light and sing to its beat ?
Can I fly on its wings and find meaning in it ?

No.

Because my heart is covered by shade of the tress, and the light cannot reach me.

I pick an apple from the tree, and, of course, the ripest one, without seeds.

What is real to me now ?

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Walk through the hallway, and keep silent.
Speak only to those who reflect a quality you see in yourself

Wish only that those reflections aren't illusions...

And if they are
wipe the stain from your life
wipe the tear from your eye
and on thier dark faces use as stair step to fly
and a mountain to climb to reach places high

Higher than real, and unreal, right and wrong, to a place where you don't have to ask..

What is Real ? 

Sit at your lunch table, and put on the happy face
leave behind those inner thoughts...of what you truly see in thier eyes
and what you truly wish the music of thier hearts would sing.

I am alone in this world, or am I merely a caption in the search, waiting to be completed ?

What can I find that is real in this world, and cannot be doubted ?

I remember riding bikes down the boulevard
Swinging above the lake closing my eyes before I jumped in
Laying on the boat letting the wind hit my face
screaming on the rollercoaster before I hit the bottom of the tracks
and eating an unknown candy and finding unknown centers

All these things I did without thought of the world, or of me.....

But then the masses pulled me in, then I was disgusted with myself.

Release me from the chains you gave me, swinging stars !

Let me find some other orbit, in some strange place where i don't have to dance to some foreign music

LET ME FIND MY OWN !

Because even with my lashing, my plucking, my tears, and my flying, there
will never be a question to something i have created for myself that asks...

Is this real ?