Shadows

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Feb 18, 2020

Perhaps
itâ€™s all an
illusion.
A trick.
A trick
of smoke
and mirrors,
misdirection,
slight of hand.
Look
over there
while itâ€™s
happening
over here.
Time and energy
wasted.
Wasted on
nonexistent
reality,
merely shadows
on a cave
wall.
Chasing our
tails.
Pursuing
the unattainable.
 Don Quixote.
Proud
of the
foolâ€™s errand.
Silly humans.
The gods
last laugh!

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Christopher Russon commented on Apr 15, 2020 at 8:32pm

Well written indeed.

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