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Pythagorean Nightmare

This ungodly world has reduced you

My love

To a ten-digit number

Like a Pythagorean nightmare

It keeps playing like a broken record player

“The number you’re dialing is switched off”

What Is Real?

What is truth?

What fine line distinguishes truth

From everything else?

Where am I headed?

Is it real or am I wandering

In the world I made up myself?

How many times do I have to touch everything

To be sure it is real?

Is it real when someone loves me?

How many times they have to tell me

For me to believe that it’s real?

The lines between my life in my room

And the life outside are blurring

I’m not afraid of that

No I’m not

But I’m afraid of blurring of lines

Between the world inside my head

And the world I have created outside

Who is related to me in real?

Who do I really belong to in here?

They say we finally belong to God

But is God real?

Or is it that I belong

To the fiction I created in my head?

If that is true

I might as well become a story no one knows