What is there is here*
Where did this all come from?
It exist presently but is never done
Illusions that are objects sit in front of our eyes
Seeing them for only a moment, then disappears and dies
They must have come from somewhere, an origin we don't know
And a reality that we put them there never to let go
We wish to have possession but possession is that not us
In such domination and right to have, never to end such fuss
Gravity is then our essence and attraction is so too
These are the only tools in existence there is really not much more to do
Life then on this planet as it spins around in the same place
A virtual illusion that sits in the middle of space
Tho there could be one day to see enlightenment exist
To break away from an attached illusion with nothing to resist
Hence that then there would be clarity, truth and to be free
But for the time we are still here, it is there to be here and this is all we see
Dom*Colucci © 2019
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