fauxcroft

In a neon lit city

in a quantum multiverse,

hidden away behind

the bright neon lit displays

lays a market,

that offers trans dimensional

get away’s to distant places,

scattered across a multitude

of milky ways.

No signs, no arrows,

leading you it’s way

just intuition, as synchronicity displays,

the hidden market for anyone

who’s fantasies evolve into cosmic space

and those who don’t see the irony

that anywhere they go,

they still remain in the same place,

the conscious mind of old,

for all that we do and every where that we go

it is created within everything we know,

for nothing is real, it’s all just illusory

part of the matrix that forms everything,

so what exactly are we being sold.