Silly The Mind Of Many

Oh,
how silly it must be,
to be these,
"In front of me",
beings.
These,
materialistic entities.
For such,
never looks within.
Never,
seeks to comprehend,
their singular consciousness.
Never,
becomes.
Oh,
silly this mind,
confined only by self.
Silly,
the ideas tethered to such.
Silly,
the way they hate,
the way they love.
Silly,
to constantly be engaged in war.
Oh,
silly these beings,
which bore.
For,
to be external,
is to sleep forevermore.
Be there,
no consciousness which exist,
awake.
Be there,
nothing tethered to their,
everyday.
Oh,
silly to be,
this free,
slave...
©yungb123