Recycle.

Recycle.

A Poem by SELF

Thoughts are never ending
dreams are ever ending
big shadows cast by small beings, human beings
fear's foundation is rattled
and happy moments are short lived.
Skins are cast aside
peace and contentment sing lullabies 
and burdens are put to rest.
walking with veils from in front and behind us
our sight completely fractured by deception
people functioning in artificial realities with artificial minds
better have a strategy or you could be a statistic
eventually,
it was never about going to new places
it was always about finding new ways of perceiving.

© 2023 SELF


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