Lives enamoured with fantasies
Always going towards this and that,
Eyes too easily tricked into shapes and shades,
Have never stopped to gaze beyond!
The ego's dream is a perennial pull
Away from the Empty Perfection,
The translucent ocean carring all ships,
Which most fear to sink in.
That search mimicking a way
For better, more, different is
Nothing but the scream of serene wholesome,
Wishing to be acknowledged as
Forever here.
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