Yes,
This is real
Right now,
Or is it?
Still
Don't know,
No?
Is it all
Really "Relative?"
Is what
We see,
Merely small pieces
Of waves, Of frequencies...
Chosen by
The system...
To trust it,
Doubt it;
Or, none
Of the above.
It's my radio,
It's yours too...
It belongs to everyone?
We all see
Through
A different lens.
His is winter
As he paints snow-
Theirs is different
Since surviving
The war; Different
Each day.
Hers right now,
Is magical
As the wind blows
And colors
Impose
On her fate
Unknown.
Stations
Changing
Constantly,
In these
Realities.
In my head,
Yours,
It is all in
Our heads.