Perhaps we have a shared reality but as much as we share it our own reality seems as unique and individual as a snowflake. We all have our own ways of embracing or escaping whatever is real to each of us. Constant distractions and searching for some kind of satisfaction. Go get your nails done, go see the baseball game, go read the book, go to the store, go to the bar, go to the coffee shop, it may help take your mind off whatever that reality is today. This is a poem I wrote using only the words floating around in my head.

DECEIVING REALITY

A man caught a ball on a football field

A boy in the crowd jumped up and cheered

Went home

Turned on his game console

And recreated the pass to make it feel real

Wanting to escape

Wanting to believe

What good is reality

If it can’t be deceived

A man killed a boy on a movie screen

A boy in the cinema was struck with fear

Went home

Turned on his lights

And hoped to himself it couldn’t be real

Wanting to escape

Wanting to believe

What good is reality

If it can’t be deceived

A man said for a fee the boy could be healed

The boy was afraid to shed a tear

Went home

Turned in his bed with his head spinning on meds

And hoped the new feeling was real

Wanting to escape

Wanting to believe

What good is reality

If it can’t be deceived