We are all part of the same dream,
seeing different parts,
creating a few guards and counting stars.
opting out by imprisoning our mind behind bars,
creating a nightmare of our own while rich men
sit back in a pool of dead trees smoking cigars.
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Author:
CaitEva (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2017 00:08
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Strange how we end up that way. But it's scary when the vibe speaks of revolution, which is what it may take. Enjoyed.
It's a strange time we live in.
Revolution is just undoing the limitation we placed within the collective conscious, fear is one of they limitations 🙂
Thankyou!
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