Cutting ties...

Cutting ties are never easy
Could all that I see,
Could all that I breathe,
Be an illusion?

Could all that touch,
And all that I hear,
Shatter my world?

Could all that I say,
Could all that I taste,
Be senseless?

Could all that smell,
And all that I think,
Amount to no meaning?

If all that I believe is not what I believed it to be,
Then all that was me cannot be...
In the times like these where reflection is necessary,
And being is relieving..
For I cannot just believe and not be,
For the truth is mine to keep
.
And although my world shatters
And illusion is my future
Although meaninglessness stems from my being,

And senselessness be the chords I play.. It cannot prohibit me from living.

2014/12/30 @02:35

@art poetry