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It seems the term present reality
Is not what its name suggests

Every individual in constant battle with themselves
What the world has so graciously given, contradicts and contests

Using, abusing, seeking whatever we can
To escape what we can never quite elude

Even still, left with brief moments of lucidity 
We find as a most unwelcome interlude

Ironically, the very connection of life between mind, body, and soul  
Leads only to want of breaking those binds

Pushing and pulling as hard as we can
Against our perceptions which cause these self induced confines

Putting as much distance between ourselves and what’s real 
The consistent goal, the ultimate we strive to gain

Takes us past the furthest edges of oblivion
To the final leap, we still reluctantly refrain

This revolving subconscious desire to live
Is given momentum from fear of our own realities 

 Absent is the logic that should contradict this avid resistance 
To the very proof of our existence in its entirety 

So we must ask ourselves, if this be the will of the universe
That we are gifted with presence, but plagued by lack of full sincerity

Created with instinctive need to commit ourselves to this life
Created with a conflicting human nature, a cruel tricked fidelity 

With these impossible parameters, we accept there’s no chance of success 
Now able to understand the struggle in itself provides us true vitality

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