Morning Meds; 11 23 18
Carnival rides and magic shows, to reflections in the house of mirrors.
The life we see is seldom real and seldom as it seems.
Up can be down and down can be up, we really can never tell.
So loosen your grip on what you believe and assume that your beliefs will change.
The beliefs we hold melt like the chocolate bars and new ones are spun like cotton candy.
With our conjured illusions and faulted conclusions we float in the illusion of time.
Who knows, if there even is a truth or if this is just an elaborate show.
We all clutch our tickets with no way to stop and no way to really know.
Might as well relax and try to enjoy the spectical, for this carnival may never ends.
When faced with a question of what to believe, choose what leads towards love, it is the best ride in the park.