Motion Picture Soundtrack

Sometimes the world feels staged,

Like in a theater 

Where we i am the actor

and the onlooker,

The observer who participates

and the actor that spectates.

The everyday cycle

Normally mundane

Yet fast-paced

With the occasional thrill,

The predictable plot,

and the bland sourness and confusion.

Feels like a dream in a dream,

An unreal loop

in itself.

The constant questioning feels

Like a character

Realizing his existence in the setting .

Yet the setting is all there is.

This body

A costume

Binding his mind

and existence

As this soul,

A molecular speck of dust

In the many centers

Of the outstretched universe,

yearns for the day

At last,

when the final curtain is drawn,

Finally,

The day when i am

Liberated.

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