Better not to search too deep in the shadows that envelop us in the quest for another realm
Better not to search too deep in the shadows that envelop us in the quest for another realm,
For the panacea offered by illusions and promises remains just a dream of escape,
Anesthetizing us in forgetfulness or finding ephemeral islands in the arms of deceptive love,
Where promises are chains, and the eyes that gaze upon us hide false truths.
To renounce everything, the brainwashing and illusions that intoxicate us with false hopes,
Is like dancing with oblivion, an end of consciousness, an extinguishing of the inner light,
For without a sense of self and identity, any passage to another realm is meaningless,
Day destroys night, and night divides day, in an eternal cycle of searching.
We chased pleasures and dug treasures in places that seemed to belong to us,
But do we still remember the moments we cried, wishing to move beyond,
To step onto the other shore, seeking meaning in a world that spins us in circles,
Where every hour is a stage, every day a spectacle of lost identities.
I found an island in your arms, a country in your eyes, but the chains were hidden,
And the eyes that gazed were just mirrors reflecting untrue stories,
Trying to break free from this illusion, to move beyond, to another realm,
To rediscover and redefine ourselves beyond the barriers of time and space.
A straight, deep, and wide gate awaits us to move beyond to the truth,
To break the chains and embrace the light, to cross to a new beginning,
A leap towards freedom, to a place where the soul can dance free and endlessly,
In a fragile balance between what we are and what we could become, enlightened.
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Dan Enache
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