Oh Shakespeare
Ghost of great seer
To be stimulated
Or not to be stimulated -
That is the question
Faced here
To be still or stirred
There is nothing to chase
When it’s all made here
To feel and learn
Make weird
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The Lord laid dear
Placed your treasure
Safe and near
Within the heart center
The very last place
You’d ever enter
To explore and pioneer
After lifetimes searching
All the great spheres
Of cosmos, dimensions,
And outer spaces unclear
Wandering vagrant of light
Of eons eons of light years
It was right here!
Hidden within
Your inner spaces
What fractal’s we are
Containing all stars
And frontiers
Just awaiting
Our engagement
So far
Patient to awaken
But we love the game
We can’t let it part
We made our veils
Chose the paint
And decoration
Then complain
About the colors
You can change
Start.
So amaze
Who made
The “black pill”
Doom and gloom
Mind state
What a joke
When you can shift
The reality shape
That you did landscape
Recognize
Your power
And reclaim
In 5 years
How do you want
Your personality to shape?
We choose how to think
We chose to play
Stay grateful
For every single day
We are exactly how
We chose to became
Hooray!
