How is it to see, what’s really real really?
Claiming 2b real based off ego overbearing
Chirping truth from blowing through whistles
Speaking while you eating servings of gristle
Constantly inflated with flatulent postulations
Keeping it one hundred in sense, with no change
Addressing whom to whoever based spectacles meet
For all I see, really real is never really there really
Dissolving spits of real, like water fizzles, in a desert
Stressing what’s next is how we see not how to perform
Parades of parodies parlaying participation sort of casually
Infiltrating a day for a way to master for awhile, for instance
Persistence in the insistence upon sightseeing seemingly
Commuting to stasis everyday by driving to the same conclusion
Losing daily deliveries of fresh sustenance, from overlooking
Pulling tongues from out of pocket reaches, promoting perception
Swept up in conviction, from reeling out really real HD recordings
Knowing all there is only comes from grade level in reading scores
So shut your eyes and take note of your heart, in matters introspection
Ether is omnipotent, so I inhale to lift this veil, for real is silently speaking
Realizing unless relatively speaking of passed jewels in utterance, reigning harmony
That is why I tend to look for the unspoken to say what I really, really mean!