Life
What is life but a shadow?
A shadow of darkness
Life?
Is it endless?
For things die but life keeps living.
Nothing ever truly dies
Else life would cease
All life would become extinct
It just changes form.
Is death but a rebirth into the world we are truly
from?
Or do we return with the knowledge that we gained while on
this plane of existance?
Is being awake and dreaming and death just shifting from
plane to plane?
With dreams being the only contact we have with our true
selves?
Our true identity?
And with the loss of our physical bodies coming only when
we are ready to return to what we truly are,
What if all life is but a dream and all our dreams are
someone elses reality?
There is no true difference between dreams and reality.
Illusion and reality are one and the same.
Because all things come from someones thoughts.
Someone made them real.
So who made you real?
For dreams can be your reality,
And my reality can be your dream.
All becoming intertwined with one another.
There is no line of separation.
For you do not know the truth if you've been fed a lie.
Therefore their lie becomes your reality and you
believe.
And that which is your reality, is in fact their dream.
Life is a maze that we all travel.
A path we all walk, a game we all play.
It has no rules, no sanity, no reality,
It's all a dream, one that we create, one that others
create if we let them.
A dream that is ours to take, to hold, to live.
Break the mold.
Create your own dream.
Create your own life.
And live it to the full!
