reality ...

It's back to reality
Really is it my reality
Do I recognize it as part of my personality
Or ignore the call of the norm from society

Perhaps the reason for one moment wisdom
The clarity of knowledge from a window of freedom
Is my ability to let go of any reason
As the wind blows the flicker of hope from the rainbow colored prism

Congratulations my dear friend and foe
No longer will you know
Maybe really you do know
Nothing is certain for our tomorrow

Call the wind, call on the senses stint
The foggy weather coming now
burying the clarity of the fading spark of the flint
Hold on, hold on, hold on to the wind