I look at the sun so bright in the sky
Makes me question whether life is real or a lie
Whether it is a dream, a stimulation we are running through,
Or a sequence of events that has been planned for you
Yeah, I look at the grass so green in the soil
Makes me question whether death is real or a lie
Whether it is because we are short of dreams
Or simply because we cannot seem to wrap our heads around the boiling streams
But this time I didn't look at the sun or the soil
This time I looked at you and all the make up you have on
And I asked what are you trynna hide
Your chicks, your face, your eyes
Yet maybe under all this mask
There's a kind, beautiful you, that I would like to see once or twice
In this dreamy life of mine peace.
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Diana Baffoe (
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- Comment from author about the poem: looking at life and masks from a different view
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Comments3
Beautifully worded. Life holds many perspectives and you have a good grasp on them
Lovely, nicely penned
So long as you have another concrete reality based consciousness you can draw upon, I think you will be OK... Well expressed though when you ask these hard philosophical questions...
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