A Feast of the Mind

 Sometimes it feels like I’ve stepped from the bonds of reality and wandered through the gates of infinity.

I cannot tell between the aging lenses of my eyes if what I behold is a mere figment of my imagination, or solid fact beneath my bones.

So close I feel to the Earth that is my home. Yet at a distance, I am confined by the limits of my feeble mind.

Wake up my vision, shake off the dust of age and take part in the feast all around.

-M.E. InkOwl