Late at night it gets so quiet.
I hear the fan hum, but nothing else.
The whole world is sleeping,
Or that’s how it feels,
As I try to figure it all out.
My guitar sits in the corner.
I was going to be a rock star.
Somehow that fell out of view.
Chasing success or survival at best,
Consumed the last few years.
When I sit in the quiet I feel so close.
To something just hidden from sight.
The ring in my ears, no vision appears.
No guru, messiah or Christ.
You wonder at some point.
Does anyone know, or does anything fantastic exist?
Walking on water, messages from god,
Or inspirations from the great beyond.
Does it ever get clear?
Will I ever know?
Can I see the mystical realms?
I want to taste, more than time or space,
Something that’s truly unreal.
How do you know what you see is real? If you didn’t know you were color blind and had never met anyone to tell you the difference, would you not assume that reality is really black and white?
How do you know that what you see is what I see? We may agree that red is red, but how do we know we are actually seeing and registering the same shade, hue and impact in our minds?
Waves of light enter your eyes and are registered and converted to images in the brain that mean something to you based on objects you have already seen. If those waves and particles actually formed something you had never seen before, could you perceive it and understand what you saw?
If you never opened your eyes, would you believe in the things I could describe?
[tags]poams,reality[/tags]
