What Is Real?

souls against the mirror will not see
because vision doesn't determine
living on the outside, perhaps suburban
silence is my weapon, it too cant be found
but you know its there from the lack of sound

cross the road, do as your told
if im following, he is already grown old
now who is at your side?
its against time

Josh Gubbay
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