Words on a screen

Its easy to laugh

The mind is lies there, trapped
In the fantasy of those dreams
Where the universe stands still
For a single eye's glance

Its easy to cry

The road, its hard to walk on
The people, they are strangers
They pass by, in their own dreams
But the road still goes on

Unconnected phrases?

Is it the seed of unformed thought?
Raw, base, rough and shameless.
Or is it thought at its purest
Where words are the mere shell

Unwritten meanings?

Is the word that is written, the meaning?
Or is it the word not written down
But which exists, subtle graceful
Floating in the meanings implied

A judge?

There are no judges here
Only you, only me, only these words
You are the judge yet you are no worthy
But so am I