the mind plays tricks on us
all the time.
what we think is reality is perhaps only
our perception fed through the filter of experience
that old line about
"reality is for people who cant handle drugs"
but what is really reality?
and was it how we remembered?
past girlfriends come to me in dreams
I talk to old mates
find myself in exam rooms
or driving cars long turned into spoons
I go back and look at photos
and always im amazed at how
my brain has invented and embellished
fiddled and photoshopped
and my memory
despite photographic evidence
still persists in telling me
how things were even if they weren't
I'm not talking about being high or hung over..
even if you are dead straight
which I am (most of the time)
its only a version sanitised or not.
a line comes to me from simon and garfunkle
If you took all the girls I knew
When I was single
And brought them all together for one night
I know they'd never match
My sweet imagination
everything looks worse in black and white.
Ah the ultimate reality show
that we are all players in
life
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