No demographics or legistics Can give you immunity to never obtaining The real reality. Attitudes and proclaimations Are never actually what they seem Everything is just a perfume. Such a mental system Has left us suspended in mid-air Held up in the far reaches of The real reality. Micro as ourselves, Nothing goes without reason And everything has a motive, feelings, ideas...the words we speak- As universal as sex, It's never just about the act. It's a means and a mode For reproduction Justification Pleasure control and belonging Void filler excuse maker a way of transportation Nothing is just as it seems There is one more real reality That will always be just beyond our reach.Birth sign: Gemini
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