Questions and Reality

Questions and Reality

Still pencils, move like a dream
Is God writing? But I can’t see?
Physical hubbub, not what it seems.
If you knew what could be.
Solid ground, breathe beneath shoes
Does the floor live? But how?
Ha, I see rugs with the blues.
I’m connected now.
Hanging beads, drips like a liquid
Are molecules not so strong?
Cannot do what it just did.
But it did, - flow, - I’m wrong.
Free thinking, guide me thru life
Is mind over matter the key?
Focus can bend the knife.
Now learn what really is beauty.