The time has chained the freedom in me,
To the Ego of an ancient prison,
That serves supreme self:
Continuing me in an infinite season.

Fear and pain live in the moment,
The death is waiting for me in the time,
The only escape is to step into a dream,
The one that is a tangible and one that is real.

Each moment creates new version of me,
Diversity written within the holy spark,
Each layer of reality is a new page,
Living within me as ultimate heart.

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