~~Accept
The shape of
This world
Is different
To everyone
With eyes
Who can
See
With their
Mind
It is shaped
By their experience
Positive and negative
It twists
Everyday
A mirage
Of information
Uploaded
Inputted
Rightly and wrongly
Translated
Sculpted
By an amateur
Hand
Shaking
With the pressure
Of everyday
Living
This is not
A failing
This is no
Malfunction
This is the glorious
Technicoloured web
We have weaved
To make sense
Of the air
We breathe
The thoughts we have
The way we walk
And how
At the end of the day
We sleep at night
And stay
Somewhere around
The line of
Vulnerable fragility
We call
Sanity