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Everyday i wake up, i need to ask myself first
Is reality in general a blessing or a curse?
As i look out my window, and/or watch the news
i find myself hitting my knees to pray, before i catch the blues
I see the weather changing, leaving behind beautiful skies
While disease and racial prejudices run wild, that the world denies
Giving a false sense of security to any living entity, spritual and/or otherwise
Causing many to adapt, while some wear this apparition like a disguise
Deep within, i failed to realize
That within life itself, under a veil of observation, is a mixture of truth and lies
Is it a time and/or a season? or is it just a temporary custom?
Without an answer, i decided not to trust them
Before long though, i became intoxicated
Within the vortex of my reasoning, while my soul's getting innoculated
With love, mixed with hate, incomprehensive, but welcoming; mentally i tried to fight tooth and nail in this unfiltered atmosphere
Loosing from every angle, so in the end I embraced it, simply to chase away my fear
Ahhh!!! i can now breathe again
Still in the same body. Wait! Should I now smirk, or grin?
As i fell victim, deep within the depths of my mind
Am I walking in truth, or living a lie, these answers are hard to define
Well, as with the former i didn't get no answer
and it was gnawing at my spirit, like the final stages of cancer
Then it hit me like a ton fo bricks as i stood by a black hearst
Driving away, i now understand, that reality can be a Blessing, or a curse
