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Why should I pretend to be normal?
Madness is my gift, even if it isolates me from others, I’d rather disassociate from the societal prison of the mundane.
Lost souls will never find their way by attempting to fit in and play by the rules of our collective game.
This new world, it’s not built for an old soul.
The one who dares to dream and imagine a life beyond stories that have already been told.
Civilization has become an ugly expansionist trap.
Forever infringing, it only knows growth through desecrating beauty, while a few shallow but powerful men build bigger nests of comfort.
Man has been reduced to a battery, powering the imperialist machine.
There is no room for the individual, as creativity doesn’t equate to systematic efficiency.
Man’s pioneering spirit, the animating force of life, has become confined within a chase of survival.
Paradoxically, fighting to survive prevents us from fully living before we actually die.
Why do you care what I think? Keep your hands off of my mind.
Who are you to tell me what to do or how I should spend my time?
I’ll never bend the knee in obedience to tyrannical thoughts, rulers or systems.
I answer only to love, a force unable to be controlled.
A slave to fear is the way many have chosen to sell their souls.
Will you continue to comply to the conditioned programs of your mind?
See, there is very little difference between you and I.
Perception separates a dream from a nightmare, but even when we see differently, together is still all we’ll ever be.
If I offer you my hand across the divide, would you have the courage to take it and see the separation between us was always an illusion?
Can we take ownership for all aspects of being human?
For every laugh and smile exists heartbreak and denial.
We only escape shadows when choosing to sacrifice our light.
From our own will, we must choose to walk the path home.
A return to the arms of creation is all we yearn for, yet how many of us take a chance or choose a baptism by fire?
Daring to live means preparing to die.
Yet, our eternal secret is shared through nature’s expression of the divine.
Until you jump into the void outside time, I cannot begin to explain how our reality is a lie.
As a Yin & Yang of light and dark, maybe our world is meant to be structured with truth and manipulation operating side by side.
One must open their eye for the discernment necessary to change this paradigm.
However, I can never judge another for a choice of comfortable stagnation.
I too was once afraid of embracing necessary change in order to keep the spirit alive.
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I wrote an essay today with a similar theme, synchronicity.