Nothing is real, nothing is at it seems
yet I sit here and listen
to so many fears
people around me wondering what to feel
lost, they walk and talk,
but they don’t hear
their inner voices shut down through the years
Conditioned restrictions
with their beliefs & ideas
judging & condemning
as they pray before sleep
locked, encased in their tomb, too afraid to leave
too afraid of life and the meaning it brings
an undisputed love, a flowing infinite stream
is uninterrupted
and through everything
it’s been...
there in waiting, a constant wondering
...when?
when will they open, when will they see
this beautiful collective conscience,
just waiting to breathe
Nothing here is real, nothing is as it seems
So I breathe, live, see and try to feel everything
not letting
the masses
swallow my being
As always, beautiful...
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