forever lost
we stand on the edge
between this world
and
another.
for most
that means more of more
conscious
of nothing other than a dimly lit passage
surprised by nothing
living a dream
but without birth
just a dream that takes your fancy.
stop.
stop and ask yourself
what it means to be alive.
alive
to this moment
alive to this world
alive
to everything.
of course you won't
you'll slide along
to the next day
wishing
wishing you could make out there
just a tiny bit better
but for who?
you?
yes
but who is that?
who truly are you?
between this world
and
another.
for most
that means more of more
conscious
of nothing other than a dimly lit passage
surprised by nothing
living a dream
but without birth
just a dream that takes your fancy.
stop.
stop and ask yourself
what it means to be alive.
alive
to this moment
alive to this world
alive
to everything.
of course you won't
you'll slide along
to the next day
wishing
wishing you could make out there
just a tiny bit better
but for who?
you?
yes
but who is that?
who truly are you?
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