What makes reality
ever so puzzling
that vain attempting to
just pin it down
becomes a deception
ensnared in illusion,
naught but a fleeting smile
behind a frown?
What then of fantasy?
Will we think ecstasy
merely a distraction
from duty and will?
How can mere utility
evolve a society
whose fleeting passions live
only in dream?
What is reality?
Now and not yesterday,
wrapped in the presence of
what happens next.
13 MAR 2017
