These visceral vision are still haunting my mind.
Hours after I awake they still shine within my eyes.
Or maybe now I’m really fast asleep
And those before truly exist.
I do notice I am learning lessons at least in my dreams.
Because the ones in waking life I still ignore
Even though I know better.
It’s like an alter ego that has all the final say in my actions.
Well at least my mind is still my own creation while awake
But it’s my eyes I’m worried about.
I know they only see 10% of what’s actually around us.
How can any of us truly know if what our minds color in
Isn’t only our imaginations.
Or is there any difference at all?
What does one do,
When their feelings are real,
But the one they are towards,
Doesn’t know how you feel?
The answer seems easy,
But there’s too much at stake,
I’ve been wondering if,
It’s a risk I should take.
Given time, questions will unfold
And show the answers held within them.
(I wrote this poem few years ago)
Do people live in circles today?
No. They live in boxes. They wake up every morning in a box of their bedrooms because a box next to them started making beeping noises to tell them it was time to get up. They eat their breakfast out of a box and then they throw that box away into another box. Then they leave the box where they live and get into another box with wheels and drive to work, which is just another big box broken into little cubicle boxes where a bunch of people spend their days sitting and staring at the computer boxes in front of them. When the day is over, everyone gets into the box with wheels again and goes home to the house boxes and spends the evening staring at the television boxes for entertainment. They get their music from a box, they get their food from a box, they keep their clothing in a box, they live their lives in a box.
Break out of the box! This is not the way humanity lived for thousands of years.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, The Last American Man