Consensus reality is like a desert mirage
Consensus reality is like a desert mirage,
An aurora of shadows and lights where dreams become tangible,
Each desire intertwined with the invisible threads of common belief,
Our world, a palace of illusions, built on ephemeral foundations.
It’s like a spider’s web woven from moonbeams and silver threads,
Each step on the stage of life, a dance of eternal phantasms,
Reality, a paper note without essence,
But in which everyone believes, and this belief gives it ephemeral brilliance.
Like birds lost in the dream of a star-streaked night,
We struggle between what is and what seems to be,
Each thought, a shining pearl in an ocean of illusions,
We paint on the sky of our hearts falling paper constellations.
In this dance of shadows and light, we feed on collective dreams,
A paper reality that comes to life through united desires,
We weave words, signs, and symbols, building the ephemeral citadel,
A world of mist that disappears at the touch of hidden truth.
But in this sweet melancholy, we discover hidden beauty,
In the game of appearances, in the illusory theater of our lives and dreams,
Each role played, a cadence of an eternal waltz,
A secret poem where reality reveals its enigmatic and fragile face.
Consensus reality is the reverie that unites us in the cosmic dance,
Each heartbeat, an echo of common fables,
And in this play of light and shadow, we breathe pure magic,
A fairy tale of stardust wherein our beliefs take shape and life itself.
Therefore, let us keep the dream alive under the enchanted moonlight,
While our paper birds fly free through eternity,
Our reality, a delicate poem woven from threads of gold and silver,
A melancholic magic that breathes through the infinite faith of our hearts.
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Dan Enache
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