226. Another Potential Reality

I began my journey with writing poetry,

in order to understand what was inside of me.

The way my mind worked; how I thought,

the intricacies of all the wonders of life I’d sought. 

Human emotions I had always bottled up inside,

I wrote poetry so that I could dig deeper into my mind.

And for the most part, I always felt better afterwards,

I felt as though I could conquer anything, even time.

Though I know now that time has never been forever;

So we, as a species, should enjoy it while we’re here, together.

Tomorrow is a mystery, and today is all we’ll ever see,

whereas yesterday was a lesson, wrapped around a tether.

I began my adventure with quite a peculiar art,

so that it may wash all my sorrows away, cleansing my heart.

And by no means does art have to ever be perfect,

but to begin somewhere, anywhere—it’s a start.

The overwhelming ideas and thoughts racing through my head,

sometimes have me feeling as though I’d rather be dead;

to forget everything, to erase my mind from all of reality,

but then something came to me in a vivid dream.

I dreamt of a life; a reality, where we could all coexist.

A serene utopia where all the world’s problems had been fixed.

And in this dream, I realized, that was all it was—just a dream.

But what is a dream if not for a possible future; a potential reality?

My emotions began to swell with excitement; I was happy,

I think, because now I understood the concept of reality. 

I could figure out the way the world works,

and write more poetry, so that all the world could see,

that there really can be

another potential reality.