WITHIN THE ILLUSION

Is the origin our end, and is our reality vain?
Is our true purpose not what we have thought?
Life itself, the course of events—
is the path we walk designed by someone else?

There are no reasons,
only consequences of the primal lie that binds us.
There is no regret or sorrow,
only the void of a spirit's shadow.

Standing somewhere, blind to where we are,
life happens in the midst of dreams and fantasies,
yet reality is shifting, expanding our sight,
as we awaken our being and all its powers.

Yet we are not strong.

The tale is too long, and the deception deep.
So many are afraid to stand up,
lost in the hypnotic dream of comfort.

Meanwhile, I prefer not to worry about them

'cause I am a part of a whole that is nothing.

What the universe is does not worry me anymore, not even the forces that rule it.

Everything is an illusion that will be lost.  

Meanwhile, I choose to worry no more,
for I am part of a whole that is nothing.
The universe holds no worry for me now, nor the forces that rule it.
everything is an illusion destined to be lost.