EXPRESSION

 

Who am I but a fool of nature
Who creates his own failure in futile sacrifice
For the name of meaning?
Language itself is failure
As what is described can never be the description.
I am a sentient mutation of humanity who stands capable
Of ever brief fast moments of successful telepathy
And my only gift be the words I spell
To justify the secrets of my astrology.
We interpret wide awake and dream asleep
And the wrong interpretation kills the dream.
One must master the balance between action and being cautious.
My reality inside my head is what's real and not real.
I cannot tell the difference anymore.
(Real And Not Real)

By: Dane Osborne
2021