Your poem essentially places us right into this mess where it's hard to tell the truth from lies. You discuss the sun coming up and water sparkling--but then you're also pointing out how suspicious and fraught lies can be.

As someone who loves exploring mind content in my stories, the way you showed the conflict to keep believing what's real hit really close to home for me. Almost inevitably, we see the true material managing to stick out, rather reminding us that, no matter how much fake material we face, what's real won’t simply go away.

Thank you very much for staying true with your writing. It got me thinking a significant amount about how important it is to stick to what we know and feel, even when everything else is trying to tinker with us🤍