Really, is it just this place I am in?*

Really, is it just this place I am in?*


What place is this in my eye I see?
It is fictitious, goes to the back of the brain in me 
Looking at this substance, this pictured outline
Detailed in minuscule, atomic structure so fine
But what is it really and what does it mean?
Natures way of not telling the Truth and quite obscene?


Well by looking at this and wondering is it real
It sure is a tempting objective, the Soul* it steals
The depths have shown me with this is all about
It is only of surface my eyes sees, without a doubt
So what essence where am I in the middle of all this
Did I come here to be the illusion as well or come here to exist?


Movement of all objects as two dimensions go
A walk on by a few of them, a breeze comes as it blows
But this still does not tell the Truth and from what I see where I am
I still look around me all this is, is a painted canvas land
I feel that I am really not the one that is lost here
But who is this person I became, so vivid and crystal clear


Then maybe that was me outside always in a dream
For it is a new reality that speaks in silence to me, so it seems
Interesting as I delve a little bit more within
Who created this cardboard two dimensions and where did it begin?
I guess this is what it means to wake up from a dream so deep
To Now be on the other side and never go back to sleep


Dom*Colucci 2012