Life
leads us on with thoughts
and
dreams abundant,
Then
drags us back to what
this
world would be.
Confined
in the material and all
we
know as physical;
So
do we strive for that
which
sets us free.
But freedom is yet also
But freedom is yet also
an
illusion, a fantasy of something
we
perceive, yet all the time it hovers,
as
a future, when Now is all that
we
can ever be.
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