I can feel a new frequency
Operating at the core of ‘me’
Wait, an utter contradiction,
As the ego tries define my entity.
Yet when no longer chained
To the unconscious self,
It’s nice to come home,
To watch the first person melt.
‘I’ is just the snow cap
on a frost wrapped mountain.
A foundation forever going,
Infinity’s flowing fountain.
And as we settle like dust
In stale grey stagnation -
Opposing bountiful migration,
We meet our lives with frustration.
As we don’t deal with loss,
Or the need for change,
Yet the moment we realise ‘we’
Will never stay the same...
Is the moment we realise
The scope and the range
We have at our very fingertips.
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