Break the Mirror
I doubt. Therefore I think; therefore I am.
I’m not who I was. I’m not who I’ll be.
Is man a spiritual spectrogram?
Ever changing; as though a conscious sea.
All victims of an earthly circumstance,
we are conditioned for our social roles;
artificially. Ignorance entranced
with instant reward; while negating souls.
Surely there’s something meaningful linking
this life to that after. Some true purpose;
supremely greater than wishful thinking.
An army of opinions usurp us—
Is there a way to see one’s self clearer?
To find one’s true essence; break the mirror!
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