We live these moments in time
As though they would last forever,
But, in fact, they are only memories soon forgotten.
Awkwardly we hold onto confusion
Like primitives dancing around a man made idol
Swaying this way then that,
Breathing in the smoke of our hallucinations
While just over consciousness,
GOD waits patiently for us to open our eyes.
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