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Life is a Fantasy

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It's not real, you know -
All these words flowing like a river,
Soft along a stony bed, gurgling gently,
Or raging over banks and fields.

Nothing exists - it's all very temporal,
That concrete upon which you stand,
It is merely sand vibrating at a very low frequency.

Now the pace has picked up,
The tones, the vibrating core of reality,
It's loosening its grip on us all,
The dream is beginning to take over.

One day you will finally awaken to the truth:
None of this matters - not these words nor our breath,
For all the things we think we are, truly we are only illusions.
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