Within the jungle of the cosmopolitan,
We hear the echoes and cry of sentient beings,
Divorced from the consciousness state
Within an environment that divides and placates,
Within the demesne of the illusional dreams we create
We believe in the fantasy narratives we are offered to take,
But refuse the offer, and start to finally wake,
Sense merely your own being and existence
Don’t concentrate on what’s real and what’s fake,
The only reality is the one that exists from each breath we inhale
There can be no judgement in this so no wins or fails.
fauxcroft 
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