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There takes no acquired skills, Walking the Thrills of Hollywood Hills.
The winding roads are ample, And sets a metaphorical example;
Of thoughts composing meandering ways, That gives rise to the many stories and plays.
Not just those that the entertainment industry tend to create, But also those that thoughts otherwise redundantly debate.
Be it fate, your soul mate or date, love versus hate, fallen or great, Anything that can act as a bait, to further how mind can to something else relate.
By all means, debate, share and speak the many opinions around, Whatever may within mind be found, For it is what keeps the creative source entertained and spellbound.
To BE awake, is to see what is fake, It removes from the shoulder the imaginary weight, Of this imposed state.
The Impostor!
No matter how much you try to thought foster, It is still an impostor.
Sneaking up into the mind, Appearing to be yours to keep you in a bind.
Ownership of thought is fierce, Unless you through it pierce!
Possession of thought is compelling, Until you see they have no claim on your dwelling.
Getting to the bone, Is seeing there is no thought that is your own, You can them only clone, Leaving thought alone, by not making them your own, Is rediscovering the throne.
What is hidden on the throne, but the ONE that itself clone. |
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