Petes Poetry
Reality.
What is reality?
It's just about nothing in all totality.
As if my world is the same as yours.
Different rooms, behind different doors.
As individual as each line on our skin.
Even more uniquely mystifying wihin
It all can be broken down in to cells and atoms.
But that does'nt mean god speaks to us all in latin.
We learn early in our youth.
That not every word spoken is truth.
I guess not all can be understood.
Not everything matters when it should.
As we know this life of breath.
Wisdom lies in the strife of death.
What lay on the other side?
Dunno, Have to ask a spirit guide.
Pete.
It's just about nothing in all totality.
As if my world is the same as yours.
Different rooms, behind different doors.
As individual as each line on our skin.
Even more uniquely mystifying wihin
It all can be broken down in to cells and atoms.
But that does'nt mean god speaks to us all in latin.
We learn early in our youth.
That not every word spoken is truth.
I guess not all can be understood.
Not everything matters when it should.
As we know this life of breath.
Wisdom lies in the strife of death.
What lay on the other side?
Dunno, Have to ask a spirit guide.
Pete.
