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REALITY WITHOUT DECADENCE
Hiding behind the corner
Not knowing what I will become
Meeting all the people
Not knowing where they are from.
Wondering if they are real or not
Or a piece of imagination
Creates a whole new world
Of contemplative frustration.
A production created daily
In a panoramic view
Of twisted souls and challenges
Distorted but perfected too.
Reality with out decadence
would bring me from my hiding.
People with perseverance
And inspiration I am not denying.
Growing by learning in a world
Of new age make believe
Puts my mind in a sporadic whirl
With images I have conceived.
Hanging on to ones who aid
In making me a better person
Letting go of the ones who play
The games of quick desertion.
Values become a limited source
With those of false reflection
Ones who are on an honest course
Glow with out much detection.
The inner being is where I search
To console my heart’s content
I am aware that many souls are hurt
By feelings that were not meant.
Reality is a golden word
And honorable with trust
A rarity in this crazy world
Of over commercialized lust.
More effort is spent on material items
Than the one you commit yourself too
We really can make ourselves blind
And need to take a better view.
By Rebecca Rudolph
