Life's a Perception, Reality a Dream

Just a poem, perhaps about you.

Life’s a Perception, Reality a Dream

Somewhere, between shades of grey
Yellow turned to white and formed a little boy.

Color intended his life to simply be free:
To experience love, happiness and joy.
And for him to decide what shall be.

But the moment it became known
A life form was present, and thinking all on its own.
A fear was born; he had to be controlled.
Protect our families, and our homes.
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It sounded good, and we bought it.
Like a hungry fish, we swallowed it hook, line, and sinker.

Weak, helpless and afraid, we couldn’t hear.
Lost reason and intuition couldn’t be told; Fear is strong.
It will age; suppress the magic, separate right from wrong.

Mix truth with lies; transform beauty to misery & strife.
Confuse issues beyond belief, honor greed,
And adorn it ‘A Wonderful Life.’

In death, it’s told, the Prince of Perception; he knows.
You’ll have to decide; if black is red and yellow white.
What is a Deception and what is right.


© Bird Richards 2005