Reality

My hands, my limbs, are society's,

Hands, and limbs, the human,

Body, can’t possibly, it moves me,

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Reality, some things, are always active,

The fact that, we thought about it,

The spell, we cast it, the net was pulled in,

We caught, a white whale.

The Mind

It all, weaves through here,

There are, thieves everywhere,

When will I, make it, through the,

Trail, follow the bunny, up the road,

Climb into, heaven, a pocket, of dreams,

A lovely, place, come in, everyone, is,

Invited, the devil whispering, welcome.