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Yesterday, a weight of mind, derived by thought, delivered in chain
Imagined pressure through cranial consumption of societal norms
These weights do not weigh a pound, nor make a sound
Yet, we feel heavier by day.
Memories and angst, a turmoil of mind so hard it seems impossible to find the peace we struggle to reach, thus, an improbable reality we face; quicksand crafted by warted hands of mutated self-acceptance.
Still, we persevere, 
Cementing our minds to this mental grind, studious in wait, anxious to the past we bind.
Forever egging fate to exhume the darkness and exalt the light.

As chemistry and physics study atoms, we atomize the atomic nature of human construct,
Dumbing down the reality that we are meant for life in the present
Using all we can to distract ourselves from the truth,
To stay in presence is to release the past and worry not of the future, a feat surely easier said than done.

So how do we make yesterday's wishes todays triumph?
We ask ourselves, 
How, oh how do I remove the pain and add the lesson.... 
Once provoked with such a question we sit in wonder. 

Behind the gaze of a sun so bright, to look behind is to realize the dark is what allows the light. 
Emersed in the void of your being, traversing towards transcendence, traveling to depths once believed to not exist, as if walking a labyrinth of unmasked mirrored memory with walls of buried pain left to rot. 
You begin to see the sights you once held in disbelief; becoming the optic for all that is, sky to sea; as all that exists without lies dormant within and in-between; the death of illusion illuminating all you've neglected to be.

Simply believe in all that you can be, for yesterday's wishes are meant to be studied stepping stones for the divine existence that dwells beneath the shadows of you and me.

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