Illusions of a Mind, All too Real Illusions of a Mind, all too real. Penetrate them. Can I? If I try hard enough, fixate enough? Maybe. It hasn't worked so far. None of their transparent nature has become any more evident now than ever. If anything, they are more real now, not less. What kind of illusions are they? Real Ones. Not at all fake. Or are they? My mind can't tell the difference, at least not yet. Maybe one day I'll know how real they are. But who cares, the illusions are as real as reality; but how do I know that? I don't. All I know are the illusions, Illusions of a mind, all too real. -Written in late 1996 Bonus! Short Poem! Writing a short peom is not as easy as it sounds. At any time the words or the paper may simply... Run out. -Also written in late 1996
Thou mayest leave a message here which will get to the lord of this realm, via e-mail. You get an odd thought as you stand here: "This is all somehow related to or provided by Geocities."