our minds
are mostly
make-believe
with model friends
and model trees
and cubicles
we are assigned–
all constructs
of the mind.
what’s out there
is not in here,
and life is
but a dream;
it’s all illusion,
mass delusion–
nothing’s as
it seems,
yet there’s a
common fantasy
to which we
all agree:
the mass
hallucination
that we call
reality.
one must want that red pill moment, then be ready to live with it
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Hmm, seems to make more sense than “reality”
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Yes indeed! Love your insightful poem!!
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