The Fabric Of Reality
Sorry for the long hiatus, between virtual school and tuitions, I've barely had any time to breathe! I wrote some really nice poems though, so here's one of them. It's a carpet Yes I think reality is a Persian carpet In some places, the carpet is flat factories, slums, banks realists, broke tenants, cancer patients porridge, bread, ginger There is no doubt This is reality Some parts of the carpet are bunched up Right at the top of the fold The strands of reality parting The barest hint of artistic license kindergarten, chocolate factories, poetry slams children, artists, drug addicts riding on a high cheesecake, chillies, sizzlers Where was I? Oh yes Reality Maturing and growing up is sliding down the fold and standing up in graceful acceptance Most scientists you'll find On the flat bit But the best ones stay On top of the fold That 1% Who's willing to believe That they don't know Just everything Yet Everyone starts on top of the fold One slop is littered W...
