We're all on a bridge
between two realities,
one entirely too well known
as fearful joy in this physical now
marginalizing everything but itself,
an ego tyranny of seven billion MEs,
struggling with the daily burden of us
trying to do what they say we should,
but in just the way we each desire
to keep together our seperate ways
we join in righteous blaming of them,
yet turn nightly to cryptic dreams
that symbolize our troubled days
of confusing the bad with the good
while wishing forever away
to do what little we need to live
and let all the rest of it go,
if only we could.

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