In the concrete textures
Of an existence built up around us,
We are awakened.
Fear masquerading as choice
Falls to the thought
That we have merely accepted the reality
With which we have been presented.
Blaming everything higher than ourselves,
Having never allowed anything to be higher than ourselves.
We feel the world through the lens of our lives.
We feel love
we see love.
We feel hurt
we see hurt.
We see a shadow of what our existence should have been,
We feel a shadow of what our existence could have been.
Awake.
Be.
Love.