And I can’t take away the pain
Only to find it’s all the same
Eventually the plan fades
and the pieces of the shadow remain
Infinite twisted thoughts fill the mind
And if there was nothing
We’d still have light
To find the place where the heart resides
To find the substance that creates pride
An ego check in the mix
Inflammation at its finest
I count the stories of perception
And trace the dotted line through deception
How can the map lead to illusion
When the road is paved with good intentions?
And neither was I mad or together
And neither was the maniac realized
That the chaos around is the golden prize
And it will all be over
Once we close our eyes
Tell me I’m not really here
And this fruitless world doesn’t exist
Somewhere, I’m lost in a dream
Actually standing on the road that seems
There never was enough attention
Given way through this dimension
If you look, you can see
A dreamworld without interaction
It’s a story not told
That in the days that we grow old
We climb to the top with many views
Through the lenses of experience
In a realm so restless
To spray the eyes and make them blind
Separation of source is the sign
That creates the world through time
©2021 Life Misspelled




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