While living in our real worlds might be
philosophically correct, true to our core and
all of that, we might eventually find it
to be a little too quiet and insular in there.
We may find our shells cracking.
Yes, it’s nice to surround ourselves
in all those truths, sitting in all that wisdom
of hard lessons learned, lives lived,
and never agains.
But that wall around us will grow tall
until we can’t see over it anymore,
And one day realize everyone is over
there and we’re not.
Insularity comes with its own set
Grandiose emanations notwithstanding,
We are only indulging in a
conspicuous consumption of
private sprawling and eventual crumbling.
Outside, daily doings will continue to bristle
all around us.
Sad to say, but in the end it could be determined,
If we are going to be in this world,
We’ll have to be of this world,
Real or not.
© DiAnne Ebejer
image by Adam Martinakis via Twisted Sifter