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Escape From Self
Opposite of meditation is this strange escape
from what is our most intimate truth
our ego treats it as a forbidden grapes
while it welcomes anything that will pamper and sooth.
Those ugly things we don't want to face
keep sneaking back through window when chased through door
so hard to accept, even harder to embrace
as too much of life feels like an unsettled score.
Running from parties to drugs and wine
or just staring for hours at that crazy box
we watch some old movies with each familiar line
just to knock our true self out of its socks.
Oblivion is not only a mental vacuum state
it's also detachment from who we truly are
trading something that's incredibly great
for a cheap sensation of something so bizarre.
Escaping into a world where we are not
isn't really living, or who is the one alive
who occupies our only designated spot
as impostor in our skin to pretend there and thrive.