vague

life, man,  

it's beyond vague
can you with surety tell
 the real from the fake?

are you awake?

are you really awake...?
for the sake
of everything, open your eyes
open you eyes now.

hmm this temporary abode

i think
is a load 

of nothingness

kind of like 

a Lichenstein painting

sort of static, 

sort of ever-changing 

sort of never-remaining 

the same, but at the same
time ingraining...
what?- blurred, abstract

 yes, it is hard to detract

this from that 

truth from fiction. 

fiction from truth 

the difference between the two
-blurred; real words, those unheard
but spoken, still-

I don't get it....?  

when all, is just a production 

empty and flimsy-
a paper world 

any moment it will fold in on itself,

a paper world
made up of dots 

lots and lots 

of dots

they give it away

they form

they fall 

in front of eyes-
'real eyes,
realize,
real lies.'