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The way everything begins
Is fiction mocking reality? Or is it the other way around?
Who ******* cares
Everybody is looking for themselves
I look in the mirror and I see I'm there
Understand the trick
Is not about finding
It is about creating
We, the people are the masters of imagination
Lack the truth and realization
Hoping someone else comes and gives us answers
Underestimating our peace of mind
Freedom is in our blood
Our heart pumping, our veins running
Cells made of stardust
In this nonsense
I want to make my own revolution
I dont need a god I only need to love
Free living, running, and dancing
Understanding I am this world
And this world is I
We dont co-exist we are simply one.