My guess is as good as yours, you know.
We can argue and remonstrate as we go.
Stardust falls too easily upon the earth
where we abide, and constantly seek rebirth.
Imagination takes us within its thrall.
Reality may not be real; not real at all.
We watch stories unfold on stage and screen
Impossible to believe what our eyes have seen.
For a moment all that exists is a creative idea,
a fantasy which draws us all near,
connects us without fear.
It coats us in fairy dust,
and so, we trust.
These moments of suspended reality
remind us of our tightly held duality.
Our starry-eyed souls try to hide inside
a body which runs open and wide,
which seeks to break free
and reach for the stars seen in dark skies.
All we really need to do is look inside.
That is where reality truly resides.
annarino writes 