Reality

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    Reality
    Reality

    My whole world is like a dream.
    Is what I’m experiencing really what it seems?
    I walk with you among your crowds.
    I hear what your saying, but your words are much too loud.
    Deep within side me I long to scream.
    Only my words won’t release.
    Do you see what I mean?
    I write all my feelings with paper and pen.
    No real place to start, no real place to begin.
    I don’t see things the way I should.
    Fighting for myself, I really never could.
    Walking among you although I’m really no there.
    Trying to fit in, but I really don’t care.
    Reality.
    To me it could never really be.

    Michael Browning

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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