Blissful Unawareness
Reality lies sandwiched
between fantasy and faith.
But the existence of hope
allows for uncertainty.
Authority looms in black,
with its rigid arms outstretched.
And swallowing human rights,
it defecates slavery.
Lonely hearts desperately
haunt the edge of dying dreams.
And promises, rain manna,
on gullible, hungry souls.
Freedom fuels decisions
by stepping outside the box.
While conformity's rooted
in blissful unawareness.
Puppets get tangled in strings
tethered to fragments of trust.
And dreamers chase fantasies,
in pursuit of phantom dreams.
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