Absurd contrast in self-awareness Mapping roads of a selective world A superficial image sits by in jest Mumbling distracting words Is it time for capturing A handful of nonsense and shine To cast into the rivers of life And float away by mind Float along the clouds with rims Blue with a touch of soul Beams of light that spread out Looking for somewhere to go If they could not touch the earth How far might they spread Like rainbows going round and round Making promises to the dead Could the universe be fading We don’t sense it anymore Our concern lies within reach of self Or the nearest forbidden door Like a pinch of sand blown from the hand Now lost in hopes to find Yet grasp it back to the hourglass To give us a bit more time Planning things on an invisible chart And marking all the reasons We make promises to ourselves Then charge ourselves with treason Blame it on the superficial image That rules this life in jest But I’m not part of its reality I’m only its guest