Skylark Poetry

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