V.Lit.Daze

I walk around,
bound to nowhere.
to where i go,
i go to see.

One speaks to self,

channeling all else out,

and what about?

A bout of thought of good?

Something better then the reality,

in front of you.

Some have lost the sense of real,
Feel that all is simulation.
Stipulation, nothing is what it seems,
Means of ends and ends occured.
Obscured, live it through.

My life has not yet been played.
Framed, all is expectation.
Speculation, result is reality.
Unfortunately, seldom is reality as expected.
Corrected, Life forever expectations and reality
-H!