Beyond staged illusion,
The kind that leaves you wondering, at times,
If minds can cause motion?
When you wish for something and it comes true,
You have a choice to make,
Was that an event of coincidence,
Or did your thoughts invade and infiltrate?
Or put another way, find a new way,
To understand this life,
Not like we were thrust in as aliens,
As if we are a knife,
But like a rose,
If they're one with nature,
Like everything's made of the same preons,
Connected as death and taxes are sure.
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