Something Real

 Where hidden truths still find a way to unveil, to shape the real wisdom from shades of gray, blurred territories.

I see the world in blurry boundaries,
In curated truths and grand designs.
A vision bright, a seamless view,
A story told as something real.

But underneath the rendered light
Are fragments slipping out of sight
A reinvented frame, a hidden layer
A quiet truth that isn’t so obvious.

There’s a difference in -what we represent.
And what we shall learn from  each other.

It’s the contrast reality
Between what is and what we see
two different perspectives,

One unified world.
A truth that lives in-between
It’s the contrast reality
A split in our viewpoint,
We draw the lines so carefully
But blur them in our memory

We build our perception in filtered frames
Attach our worth to fleeting thoughts
A highlight reel of who we are
While hiding every hidden scar

The metrics say we’re doing fine
But something slips between the lines
A quiet doubt we can’t ignore,
Reflected in what we perceive.
We synchronize what we believe
With what’s acceptable to perceive

It’s the contrast reality,
Between what is and what we see,
A multifaceted world, 

a holistic understanding
A truth that lives in in-between
It’s the contrast reality
A diverse world
We draw the lines with our perception,
But blur them to enhance holism.

If we could strip the layers down
Would truth can be told  ?
Or are we shaped by what we hide
As much as what we let it go?

Is clarity a fragile state
We dare to navigate?

It’s the contrast reality
No single view holds clarity of-

 entire picture.
We live in the world, 

both real and virtual.
The wound we hide, 

the way we heal
It’s the contrast reality
Not just here, not just there, but duality
And maybe meaning only grows
In tension that we never close

So I’ll live within the space between
The unseen and the visible realm.
Where hidden truths still find a way to unveil
To shape the real wisdom from shades of gray, blurred territories.

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