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Description: To be present in reality, Encapsulated In flesh and bones Concurrently, To be nowhere But inside As a ponderer Of things Not yet known. Impossibilities Swirling to ascend Outside Of its familiar, Complicated world To dare be open To criticism and The hatred From the other self And everyone else Lingering, Analyzing Every aspect Of being. The fear Of betrayal And failure Or that all Is for naught. It is perhaps Just overthinking. Or perhaps not, Who knows.
Description: How will it end? Or does it begin The moment you let go? Will you find yourself dreaming? Sinking into oblivion, Trying to escape once more? Do you see yourself wandering Your innermost being As reality gets lost below? We’re living In a vast, never ending dream Tread freely to where you need to go.
