If everyone was worth their weight in gold
Maybe then the gold standard would be true
We love who we are when we have worth
We cope when we are without
If multiple lives are true then this one is for waiting
A life of waiting
A life of sitting it out
Hoping for some change that isn't artificial
Hoping that every move I make is not as a pawn I was designed to become
Hope is all we've got
Some of the greatest teachers are quite adamant that hope is well....
Hopeless
Belief is untrue
And reality is real
Without who are are as the actuality of being
Nothing exists
This smoke we throw around
False thoughts and false beliefs and systems of 'get-up-an'-go'
So much pit to fall through
A black nothing beneath
Nothing to stop the fall but the self
And the self cannot be guaranteed
One must first conceptualise a ledge a reference from which one is falling
When one has done this, one must notice the speed of the descent
Then one must make something to slow the fall,
then one must grab hold of the ledge and make that infinite climb upwards
Perilous to most
And even this level of achievement seems out of reach
We create our own fall
We repeat patterns of the past, eternally set in
When do we stop being what we are
When do we do something that is different
So much false reality to sift through
So many entities offering this prize or that
Something we have, they want
And it won't be spoken
So play the entity
Be the devil for a while
Try to discover what is desirable within the self
That the overseers want so much
As a battery for their opportunities
An infinite universe
Based on a psycho-reality game
For the purpose of enslaving life
To lock us into 'freedom'
So that we choose not to dominate what we cannot see
Because we cannot see what is valuable in this equation
And so we choose to stop seeing
And we see instead.
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