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I turned the page
Opened my self up
to find what I wanted
eager
to grab
that which appeared to me
Prepared for the worst
expecting the best
A function of ego
Let go
Let go
of it
everything
a fictitious
nothing

Is there a way to describe the hopes I've seen
The thoughts I have felt
The dreams I've dreamed?
In a simple way
a thought can be collapsed.
Every moment I'm away from the indulgence I die.
Every second I am denied
I wither and plead to a heaven
that I could be free of this
free of anything that could keep me frayed and oppressed
Could we shame the liars?
Could we tame the beasts inside our minds?
Condemning us to a mediocre life,
only to reach full potential if we manage
to bend the rules and have no remorse,
no regrets.
But we need to ask if that is a sacrifice we are able to make.
Or is it a decision that should be left to a god or goddess,
a ruler of sorts.
Somebody you have always wanted to be.
Somebody who wishes they could leave their place,
tired of the adoration. Tired of the smiles and pointless
rules they apply to keep us down.
But they don't expect us to understand.
An addiction to a life of putting down.
An addiction to power.
And all the times they could be held close, forgotten...
they lost their chance.

Sweet to the taste
homemade
Fruitful sugars
and aging
a lone space
A magical concoction
better than
any perceived
besides natural
plant life
Grown
To realize
You exist

The time cascades
voluminous and at full speed
We do not stop for thought
or risk losing our place
I am the trader of all trades
We shed to give off seeds
and all I think means naught
as I've relapsed into an outer space

I often ask myself questions without answers
Observe what happens in sensible manners
A thought, I find, is less than it seems
because hearing voices is illusory dreams
I view in pictures and notions
review summaries of oceans
condensed to a raindrop
after it has evaporated
I can't trace back to review each idea
in its fleeting, fleeting, and magical scale
I sift, and I sift, with little avail
and then, Viola! I am struck with truth
Logic denial has brainwashed roots
and I, ego included, escape
I share and I lie and I propagate
because life, though a trifle and long
is simple enough to be written down
in a few short lines, by even the worst
writer or scientist or creationist-****
Live, breed, die, the cycle
that has bound me into constant denial
Die, die, die
The last truth
I have been running away
since my long-ago youth