Deliberation

It's reality that is the learned teacher of all.

It's reality that compels one to fall,

It's reality when it catches you unaware,countless times

It's reality,I reckon that will give you everything you wouldn't never lust for. And love when it comes calling from far.

I live in this palace of a mind that I took the liberty of calling mine. 

It is crowded for I know its not just one that is incepting the peripheral visions of the eye

It's one,where all my predicates fail the subject

Mere lies and barefaced truths meddled in the chaos of the seeming upheaval of emotions at its front

It would be highly critical to adjourn the unnerving volatility of this state, as fear, or as pride

It is perhaps the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind or the devastating,at the World's end

To me it is new,the haste and theconfusion all laden with the ever daunting déjà vu 

Conflicts dipped in puddles of joy,straight from the diver's sight and to the body,crisp and agile

Once across the destination called the 'destiny' or more Morse 'fate',one can do little but to either drown or swim along the lengths of not just one but many goodbyes

I wonder if the goodbye is within my crowd or is it another fire kindling in my mind.

Eternal demise,internally devised.
I'll save my last for a territory beyond the twists and turns of life and times of the crowd
and of the one that will be not mistaken but duly noted as my own.
That riddle, and conspiracy of fate and time, I trust will fail and rest in the arms of deliberation,
once again in time savoring what will never leave in the simplest awe of realism, my palace in its prime!