Sometimes we are lost in who
We believe we are
But we are nothing
And much more
Than that
Lost in Personality
The Depth of Life
Life is so divided
Polarized between
The social surface
The struggle underneath
It is seldom we see
The depth of reality
Like the bottom of the sea
But the depths are magic
Our journeys there are
Painful a loss of faith
But is the only
Way to go
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Creative Loss
I am calculating my loss
As always it is difficult
To think, to have hope
But it is just a mode
A perception
Not reality itself
That will never be known
Or understood
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The Great Illusion
Reality is the best thing
Still a really great illusion
So many holes in our perception
We change ways and our mind
Is always lost in that situation
We are lost in ourselves
Whatever we do
Our mind is our prison
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Modified Reality
Being awake is as strange
As dreaming
Reality floating around
Like timber in the river
Interchangeably
We put selected parts
Together as we go
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Distressed
Stress is a bad thing
It makes you lose
Concentration and changes
Your perception
Suddenly you are lost
And unable to change
Before it is to late
Dramatic and inflexible
On the road to disaster
Still this pattern is so deeply
Ingrained in us
Doing our best, resulting
In the worst outcome
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Tricky Intentions
The mind is a tricky thing
Deceiving you to your own
Liking or horror
Putting you in strange places
Changing your perception
From one day to another
Creating a new world without
Any intent
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