Poems

Occasionally, i jump on the poetic bandwagon.

no light do i see
there is only me
reality so thin
no balance within

Standing on the podium
staring at the glass

The encircling shards of mirror
reflecting self and past

The ‘real’ world is unfocused
peripheral effect

This addition to perception
a serious defect?

This drifting sea of possibility
which picture should I follow?

No idea what to do today
all I see is tomorrow

Unplug reality, life is a dream
what point in action when consequence foreseen?