"Untitleds"
lobb152
Posts: 193
We have amazing hands
And can speak in abstraction
Intellect to create
Passion for destruction
Yet we border on illusion
Yes there might be a higher power
A higher place and life thereafter
But we must accept the possibility
That we cannot enter
No one knows the truth(s)
A fascination with oneness
The paths could be endless
Weaving through space and time
Maybe I will see you on
Your lonely road
Wave and I’ll say hi.
Conscious experience we call life
Maybe just a lie
Contradicting ourselves
Belief in god and free will
Further complicated by the other
Many people think we are a spirit
Having a human experience
I feel we are an unconscious being
Living through this reality.
And can speak in abstraction
Intellect to create
Passion for destruction
Yet we border on illusion
Yes there might be a higher power
A higher place and life thereafter
But we must accept the possibility
That we cannot enter
No one knows the truth(s)
A fascination with oneness
The paths could be endless
Weaving through space and time
Maybe I will see you on
Your lonely road
Wave and I’ll say hi.
Conscious experience we call life
Maybe just a lie
Contradicting ourselves
Belief in god and free will
Further complicated by the other
Many people think we are a spirit
Having a human experience
I feel we are an unconscious being
Living through this reality.
I am a nothing dreaming of something unknown.
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