Daily Existence

We get up in the morning
We look up out the view that the window permits
The sun sits up there
Way up high with a glowing smile that says
"A new day is here"
We think
Or we think we think..
Even though our thoughts
Are just caricatures of the figments
That our childhood imaginations manage to keep
Lingering inside our skull-like-form
Our brain..
This very powerful force
That is the outcome of what we have today
The man-made
The ingenious
The thoughtful
The mind
The so-called thoughts
That inhabit our head
Are maybe just a display of art in such a way
That it spreads and attaches
To the farthest parts of our souls