Reborn
I want to see things not as they appear,
but, rather, how they really are.
Too many people see the shadow
of a figure
I want to see the actual figure.
I have found that the truth is not real
and what's real is not the truth.
What is the truth, you ask.
Let me describe the perfect setting
It's dark outside and the forest is
lit by the moon
Grab you're poision and injest it
Let go of you're mind and let
mother nature do the rest.
It's a beautiful and pure euphoria getting
in touch with her knowledge.
In that moment you'll have and intense
visitation of freedom
You are born, you are free
Lock that feeling away in you're soul,
Throw away the key.
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