Living my Reverie

What we think may only be one thing
It is what we think.
Our own perception,
remains an impression.
We create it and so through things we are told.
It stays that and that’s all our minds think they can hold.
See the bigger picture will never make sense unless we know it.
We never look beyond so we rather overthrow it.
They tell us what to believe.
So that’s how we give and receive.
My shape and size for instance.
EVERYONE says I’m a little over weight since nascence.
I then grow up with this figment .
Stuck in my mind forever buoyant.
My life is then based on this reverie.
This reverie, ONLY I can see.


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