“Reality is merely an illusion,
albeit a very persistent one.”
―
We sky crawl wanting to land,
to break the bonds of soaring,
to be grounded, rooted in rock,
anchored in the sea of wavering facts,
to see reality for what it is, malleable,
mostly an invention of the human mind,
mostly to be avoided except every day
when it must be willfully chosen again,
picked like playground softball teams,
the good players quickly taken,
only two kids remain, fought over
for the privilege of penultimate rejection,
maybe this time not to be last.