Chained to Almost Life’s Illusion…
Yet tightly unnoticeable, we walk out days and our path chained
Yet tightly intertwined, we have our own unique things we’re addicted to
Yet tightly intertwined, we are tied to our patterns where we have to
Yet tightly intertwined, we have hopes that we’re bounded to do…
We always breathe in a sense of urgency to habit of breathing
We always force greater attention to ourselves and chase the light
We always force greater purpose because we’re always drawn to the concept of success
We always depend to fuels that create some kind of illusion to energy…
We chase the light as human race like the food we eat or the water we drink
We chase the things that fuel our minds and the energy we desire
We chase the boost to liberty, to faith, to truth that almost we thought we own
We chase the unseen, the hidden web of pain, loneliness and even fear…
Our hearts are built to trust and show affection to where its ties to love
Our bonds we take, we make and grow exposes our need for independence
Our close to fragile state begins with being a slave to our own mind’s imagination
Our hands that carve are always driven with that waking dream that makes us the masters of dependence…
Watchwords:
Our need for independence
Some kind of illusion to energy
Unique things we’re addicted to
Drawn to the concept of success
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
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