As I rested at the root of a tree,
I allowed my mind to escape with the breeze of the leaves,
My eyes started to become open,
And then I was finally allowed to see,

Realisation come crashing down,
And the meaning of my existence shown to me like words of a script,
An epiphany before my very eyes,
Enlightenment hit like a ton of bricks,

We have all been taking,
When we should actually be giving,
We also are barely existing,
When we should all be living,

We have lost track of who we are,
We are lost and confused,
We followed the shepherd down a treacherous road,
When in fact there was never even a path for us to choose,

We are simply just animals,
Floating around in a reality that we actually know nothing about,
We do nothing but bark and squawk for answers,
When instead we should just open our ears and fade out,

We are part of this rhythm,
A vibration known to us as life,
We know nothing to be certain,
Doing nothing but guesswork whilst balancing on the edge of a knife,

We are completely real,
But also entirely fictitious at the same time,
We are only what we perceive,
Madness and reality both yours and mine,

And by hook or by crook,
Like the ravens and the rooks,
We all try to survive,
And we all pretend we know what it’s like to be alive,

But we are floating on a calm breeze,
Whilst also trapped in a storm,
And entire universe of perceptive reality,
That was created the moment we were born,

We are the flame of the fire,
The chaos and the destruction,
We are only the stories we tell,
We are the middle, the end and even the introduction,

We are the words and we are the sounds,
And we are the air that we breathe,
We are the reason to stay,
And the reason to leave,

We are all but a dream,
A lost mirage,
Atoms travelling round in random and sporadic directions,
Like the sun, the moon and the stars,

We are all the same,
Vital but also null and void,
We are the thing that repaired,
And we are the thing that destroyed,

We are Mother Nature,
And we are father time,
Doing 9-5 cos the fake is real,
Escaping in lyric and rhyme,

I myself,
Am just an illusion form all of life’s confusion,
To an eyes that blind,
I am an optical intrusion,

So existing is merely just a feeling,
To which was given to us as a gift,
And even though our subconscious minds are grateful,
That gratitude is starting to drift,

To find ourselves again,
To understand what we are,
You need to ask questions but not care for the answers,
Let your mind be open and free to travel far,

This epiphany I had, was a lot for me to take in,
Like you, I found hard to comprehend or to believe,
But if truly you want to understand it all,
You just simply have to breathe…..

Wrote on: 29/05/2024