Life is inside your head,
Not outside.
Yet, we see it there
And run after what we see;
Not knowing that Life really,
Is within.
Reality is inside your head,
Not ouside.
Yet we see true pictures out there
And think that’s what it is
Not knowing that reality
Is within.
Truth is inside your head.
You know it,
Yet, we look for it elsewhere,
Seeing it like a stranger.
Not knowing that truth
Is within.
reminds me of the poem 'the detached' by maya angelou. read it if you can find it...your verse is infused with the same mood...
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