Zen Mode
the imaginary anxiety
is real
for we did manifest it
by feeding attachments
illusionary
thus bestowing on them life
now in hypnotic trance
we are caught
in a web of our making
to obtain solace
we create gods and angels
who tango dance with demons
within us
oh hermit
how long will we play
this game inane
19-January-2023
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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