Thursday, June 27, 2013

The Mind's Reality


The Mind’s Reality

What is real?
Can we see it?
Can we touch it?
Can we taste it?
Can we smell it?
Our minds give us senses
It interprets what we know
What we know may not be there at all
If the mind tells us what is real
Why am I not on a tropical beach?
Sipping a Mai Tai
Smoking a Cuban cigar
And ogling half-naked women
Instead here I sit
Surrounded by walls
Looking at pictures of that tropical beach
Hoping the rain stops before I go outside
If only my mind’s reality was reality

My life would be so beautiful
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