What Is Real..

Oh you know the Beatles and strawberry fields
The place you can go where nothing is real
ensconced from the discernment that you feel
pealing through your ears words that are spiel

Oh you know we are eradicating the world
still waiting on our opulent chance to unfurl
consuming all creations in a expeditious whorl
Earths incessant spinning just give it a twirl

There's a place where you can go
suppressed in a lurid dissipating shadows
harmoniously signed by life's escrow
in these somber times we have to undergo

You see we could live in equanimity
If we only stay away from anonymity
we can speak as one our words unanimity
Keeping belief in brotherhood concurrently

There's a place where you can go
A complacent abode that everyone knows
It's cryptic origins I would mirthfully disclose
But our heinous calumny It would forever expose


By: Cheryl Lynn Shillingburg