I am constantly spinning in the whirl of my mind.
Can we get out of ourselves… Such a lie.
If nothing is more endless than your thoughts,
Are we what we think or not?
Why then disguise looks prettier than truth?
Is that self-abuse?
For how long have you been telling yourself
That you are just missing in realm?
Do we project what we are
Or is the projection so far
From true essence of things?
Then where are my wings?
Worst lie is a lie to yourself eye-to-eye
That’s where suspicion rises
We all frankly know what we want,
But isn’t it easier to stay ignorant
Whole our life
Till the moment
When the light of truth no longer frightens...
Self-ignorance
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