Reality Imagined

My personal world

Created by my personal senses

All that is seen,

All that is thought,

It is perceived.


The mind is a world its own.

No one sees what you see,

Or processes it the way you do.


All of your thoughts,





They make up your own personal world.


No one else is from your world

They are simply passing through

Some will stay longer than others

Some will stay longer than you.


This personal reality of yours,

It is changing constantly

As you travel, moment-to-moment

It will never be the same again.


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