Wayward Reality

Looking in the mirror, i stare into my weary eyes
i hear myself breathing under these kaleidoscopic skies
the reprobate fool standing tall n proud
ponders on his fidelity that is in doubt
dubious to this mortal kind
dubious to the thiest’s mind
these waves of rust stare me dead in the face
breaking over n reinstating the lies in the holy one’s name
fighting through the human ambition and vanity
i crawl back to the shores of sanity
only to wake up to the invictus reality
the reality that seems to flicker in the dark of the night
but turns out to be a supernova when looked at with the eyes of hatred and spite
even with the unknown, known to our hearts
we fail to see it is this wayward reality that is shredding us apart