WHAT IS REAL
I can't tell what I see, what is real to me.
What is true, and what is beyond belief.
Viewed upon, the visions perceived.
Transponded, from those that deceive.
A hell ov visions, cast upon those that receive.
Despondent, but somewhat tame.
Miniscule is the brain, when not respondent.
How my heart, wishes to instill.
All the feelings, I have for you are real.
Tell me what you think, I should feel.
Because I no longer know, that ov which is real. [ Guests cannot view attachments ]