The Reality Bug

I find a bug on the floor,
I try to squash it,
Disappears.

Now, on the wall,
I try to squash it,
Disappears.

No trace whatsoever.

I want to kill that bug.
I am in the mood, and a job half done is always annoying.
So, I make a paper bug.
In the color of misery.
And ready to squash it.
Disappears again.

That’s gross – the bug that keeps bugging me,
With great resolve.

I analyze my problem.
Maybe too much of reality,
Made me delusional.

So, why not I delude consciously?
It then becomes my reality.
Ok, there is the bug.
In the color of misery.
I am in the groove.
I am going to squash it, and
It can’t escape.

I squash it.
There you go! Wow! I did it! And I did it!
Arghh….
Only to find the idiotic mirror lying.

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