I seek what is real
What is heard and taken in
Seen through not by the naked eye
Felt though it wasn’t there
I seek what exist in words
Words that echoes
Across the most silent hue
Waves are breaking
In every second that pass
Where is the real I seek?
Everything has become meek
Blank and staring
At just nowhere unseen
Where?
Where all is but real
A sign of a sanctuary
A word supposed to be told
A stare that'll keep asking
Where
is
real?