Real Lies

what is love?

when one is lost

to be so profound

yet not be found

what is real?

as the sun rises,

the thoughts surmise

till the sun byes

to love is to wander?

camaraderie's whispers,

now the purrs, gone,

back to former's lover

to be real is to lie?

mutters the fragile mind,

chaotic epiphanies,

a better off to none,

cease the pretentious.

let the mind be ambitious.

why one must be vague?

why one must think it through,

when one can just make it do?

no fancy plans nor fancy words.

no structural patterns or rhymes

that'd make the poem go further.

just let the mind flow,

maybe that's how life should go.

the cliche and corny

could be the answer

to a fruitful journey.