Success,
today.
Dust,
tomorrow.
Each,
dollar earned.
Exist,
as a second,
never swallowed.
Never,
truly ingested.
Be one,
absorbed by the present.
Be such,
one's only,
gift.
For,
within existence,
be there nothing.
Be there,
everything.
Be you,
forever this anomalistic consciousness.
This,
which exist tethered,
to a physiological organism.
A,
primordial being.
Oh,
to be free,
one need conquer such.
To,
cease each second.
Whilst,
becoming who you truly,
are.
For,
subconsciously is the only way,
which humans exist.
To,
be tethered to fear,
is to never live.
Die,
each second,
become nothing.
Such,
is everything...
©yungb123
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