Awoken
Could it be possible,
all i see is an illusion?
Notice all of the confusion.
Nonetheless lies and intrusion.
I must fight them to live my own life.
I must stay sharp, like a steak knife.
There very well may never be a physical bruise-
to what importance of standards would it mean;
to win or to lose.
We are quick to demonize insanity,
however, uphold the usage of inanity;
when we know the similarity shared between us all,
is the want to be free-
can we agree?
There is insanity in us all-
the capability to quickly rise and fall.
I control the eyes of I,
to create my desired reality;
or at least try.
- CS
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