Pain torments my knees
as I look up to squeeze the fatigue
accumulated over the centuries
while going through cycles
engulfed in ancient dreams.
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Why is the veil so thin?
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Multiple lives unfolding on a screen
I remind myself of the present moment
when I hear a loud scream.
Oh, itβs one of those characters
trapped in the round-about
going nowhere, bored,
enjoying the role of the victim.
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Fairies, lullabies, galactic beings,
phasing in and out of my reality
Felines remind me of multidimensionality
before I slip back into the matrix
pushing the cords, making it easier
to swap between battlefields.
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A fascinating game, and you still obsess over duality?
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Pick your tools, talents, and tribulations wisely,
not everyone can handle the zero point with bravery.
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Feeling lost in the illusionary world
is a choice, beautiful soul.
Once you stop maneuvering sadness into the void
and allow the inner voice to call upon your remarkable force
dimensions will collapse to give you a glimpse
into your unique mission, trajectory, and course.
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When will you wake up and exit the framework?