Remove conditional blinders
And see.
Felt meaning to where
You yearn to be.
Embark without fear
That what you hold dear
May prove a mirage.
For a true oasis
In the desert of life
Fabricated by wishful thinking
Yet real by luck
And the provisions of
Your destiny.
No lies can hide
From your trained eye.
Surprised that there’s none
You almost come undone.
My sweet, dear soul
Embrace it as all
You will ever need.
When winter comes near
And you experience fear
It will quench your thirst.
Solid as a tree
You may oversee
The cut.
Reality is how you dream it
When there exists another
Bit who is the same.

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