3 September 2012
I sit there, staring at the sky, Upon a bank of earth and grass, At every thought, I give a try, And try to find the test to pass.
I wonder if the time has come, If earth has met its fate, And NASA is just keeping mum, Until it is too late.
I wonder if there's other life, That lives on planet Mars, And if it's true, then, are they nice, Or will they abduct ours?
I wonder if we really are, Reality at all, Or if we live inside a star, Subconscious in our fall.
I wonder if the past is real, Or if our minds are lapsed, I wonder if this paradox, Will soon enough collapse.
I wonder if we choose our words, Or if the world is scripted, And if we're free, but caged, as birds, Or if we're fate addicted.
I wonder if there's no one else, Who sees with a perspective, Or if I'm lone and all that's dealt, Is just my mind's subjective.
I wonder if the next ten years, Will be a Scifi hell, Where every person lives to hear, The next big item sell.
I wonder if the dreams are real, And if the earth is fake, A copy, made to help us heal, From every nightmare's wake.
I wonder how I'll come to die, Or if I could survive a shooting, Maybe I just wouldn't try, And let my spirit get the booting.
I think every single day, And every concept, I perceive, I scope my thoughts in every way, I'll never follow or believe.
Sky • Opuss № I