you, in what my hands held
strings that cannot be detached
because we are linked through a tunnel
and tomorrow will bring our resemblance
the key is through my brother
in my mind
A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?
-in my mind