Pixzen

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

The effort to let go

Keeps us bound

The two women left in sober silence

Heading home

The world changed

A vacant reflection

Everything seemed in order

The way illusions are intended

Nothing to disturb

Our programming intact

Herbert was working out a faltering memory

though it does really matter in the end

who can say if anything is real....

What is expected

never is

twists us round

We follow along

seldom questioning why