How real is it? I know the words, yet they escape me, like fighting for breath with no air. A love greater than anything imaginable surrounds me with emptiness. Everything I know is useless, meaningless. What difference does it make? If I learn one more fact,
I will forget my freedom. If I consider one more truth, I will forget to sing. How does music light in the trees? From where does the breeze originate? Some things I ponder. Some things I live. How real is it?
As real as I decide to make it be.
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