VI.

We travel through the span of a lifetime
not even aware of what travels with -and within- us.
Wasting away the cycles of our existence
Is part of our miserable being.

A pill to numb the pain
Blind faith to restrain the thoughts
Our nature is of waste,
If not of ignorance.

Whatever illusion is lost by knowledge,
Is soon traded for another illusion,
As reality in its truest form
Is an ocean too vast for our minds to brave.

As always, we steer our bodily vessels with fear
Away from anything unknown
Every moment of thought is washed;
Anointed with a paranoid phobia of the end

As every single ending in our lives
Reminds our subconsciousness of our own ultimation
Thus, we suffocate our idle minds
With the anxiety that precedes enlightenment

We travel through the span of a lifetime,
Not even aware of what travels through us;
The ultimate illusion;
Time, and death,
United with the sun.

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