The Escape

Silence is our nature.
Chatter, our mind’s bent.
Deserters from the Source
We exist in a mental world.

Not knowing we have broken loose,
Caught in Time’s deceitful net,
We strive and crave convinced
This world is all there is.

What do we hanker for?
All things that fade away!
What do we worship and love most?
The Golden Lie we call “our world!”
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