Surreal Alienation
The ground is near, yet bends away,
A shifting realm where shadows play.
Familiar shapes, but nothing known—
A world rebuilt in the absence of stone.
Your hands are yours, but feel untrue,
The mirror shows both me and you.
A fractured dream, a waking wrong,
Where silence hums an endless song.
A shifting realm where shadows play.
Familiar shapes, but nothing known—
A world rebuilt in the absence of stone.
Your hands are yours, but feel untrue,
The mirror shows both me and you.
A fractured dream, a waking wrong,
Where silence hums an endless song.