Fragments

I.

If I get what I touch, what I crave, what I feel,

why can’t I get a touch of the real?

If nobody matters, then nobody tries

And the world is collapsing, just open your eyes

to the futures of blindness. Enlightened, I guess

The horizons ahead are a journey, a test;

NO NO NO.

Just brighten your eyes , add a spark to your spirit.

Is the end really coming? Well, only you hear it.

II.

It’s not terror that follows my step or my eye

But a realization; reality dye

And steadfast, it holds , hiding

the old, tarnished face

of reality’s limit:

the truth,

a disgrace.

III.

As the time passes by,

and the trees lose their leaves,

then the cycles repeat. Through the night;

Until stimulants fade, and the background is made,

and the apathy starts to feel right.