Dreamscape

In the concrete textures

Of an existence built up around us,

We are awakened.

Fear masquerading as choice

Falls to the thought

That we have merely accepted the reality

With which we have been presented.

Blaming everything higher than ourselves,

Having never allowed anything to be higher than ourselves.

We feel the world through the lens of our lives.

We feel love

we see love.

We feel hurt

we see hurt.

We see a shadow of what our existence should have been,

We feel a shadow of what our existence could have been.

Awake.

Be.

Love.