| (does anybody still read this shit?)
Why do we do what we do?
Every action we take
Every thought we produce
Can be traced back to one simple truth
That is universally imbedded within
Our equal consciousness
A profound connection we all share
To justify an otherwise meaningless plight
Why do we do what we do?
Simply put... to survive
We do what we have to in order to survive
If only just long enough to fulfill our mission
A reliable defense tactic
In order to continue our spiritual journey
Nothing is random
Life is a complex formulaic event
Like a computer code
There is no coincidence
Why are we here?
To challenge our very essence
To give purpose for every molecule of our existence
Embodied within this physical realm
Where Heaven and Hell have the ability to coexist
Two conflicting energies, contradicted through our dimension
A halfway point, where they can only influence our every choice
While at constant war with each-other
As we are put to the ultimate test of endurance
A life filled with obstacles since birth
Why are we here?
For the earthly progression of our eternal soul
A physical barrier separates you and I
The illusive gap between our collective intelligence
Distracts us from our spiritual bond
Mortal limitations restrict what forms of connection we share
To maintain the intimate balance of reality
While trapped in a body of filtered energy
Abandonment from our singular true form
A colorful palette which blends everyone together seamlessly |
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| A dream is an action... waiting to happen |
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| Who am I?
I'm just the illusion of a person
Caged
Like an animal for viewing
Display
Cradling
My own mentality
Dwelling
In this state to be
The human inside of me
I am one
I am nothing to you
But what you assume
Prisoner of my own mind
Bounded by
The restraints of my subconscious
For I can only be free from within
Physicality is the lie
We tell ourselves
Thoughts create
Your so called reality
Depression wears a mask
Anxiety crept up on my face
We don't exist
Only self portrayed
We're already dead
Just creating memories
But our souls know the truth
Individually
Wrapped in their own package
Labeled by society |
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