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This World

Find me, see me, feel me breathe
I am a myth, a fantasy, made to deceive
An earth so large, but yet so small
The blinded consciousness is starting to fall

What is the question which has no answer?
What is peace without disaster?
How do we explain what is unknown?
How do we survive on this planet alone?

We create chaos, then want a solution
We create war, then need resolution
You hurt and lie to those you call friends
Then you try to forgive so your suffering ends

Many die a death by a human creation
We kill each other to save a nation
The endless struggle inventing drugs
Only to destroy our man made bugs

Simplicity is purely a word of the past
Complexity governs a species so vast
Difference is labeled by those called ‘normal’
The institutional study of emotions so formal

It is sad that we must watch others die
Before one is allowed to feel or to cry
We are taught to move on, inner suppression
And when it gets too much, we suffer depression

We conform to a past of many years
We search externally to face inner fears
But just as the earth has corrosion
We shed from inside to prevent explosion

Outside advances have all been demonstrated
It is our inner self which is yet to be permeated
Fighting, wars, lies and corruption
We have created a world of self destruction

Will it take until this earth is completely concrete?
Or another battle for which to defeat?
A pill to prevent a chemical addiction?
Will a computer dictate for future prediction?

Will we overdose to cover our eyes?
Or bury ourselves behind a disguise?
Exploit each other, unveil the fraud?
Dominate with power here and abroad?

Struggle to stabilize the lack of conformity?
Trap individuals in a global dormitory?
How long will it take for this world so blind
To discover the journey inside our mind?

Everything we create, we want to destroy
While the simplicity of ‘self’ is open to enjoy
The time has come to shed our tears
To look inside to resolve our fears

To break away from a traditional view
To release the ‘self’ to discover what’s true
The subject is no longer external
The spirit is what will be eternal

There’s no longer a place for us to hide
It is time to begin our life inside

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Although I wrote this poem 10 years ago, and only a couple of words have been edited, it is more relevant now than ever before.

I see it has gift to share – it is a deeply introspective poem – a meditation of what is truly important in this chaotic world in which we live.

I hope you enjoy this poem – it’s the first time I’ve ever submitted it

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addiction, chaos, drugs, introspection, life, poem, power, question, self, war, world

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