We live
in a grand illusion.
We imagine
we have risen,
we strongly believe
we are the elevated.
We are no different
from the hungry beasts
fighting for a scrap of meat,
or a mate.
We have our little shining moments
under the starry night,
when we narrate our lofty stories –
conscience-driven parables,
to the younger generations.
At all other times,
we are just a bag of bones
driven by base instincts.
We live
a grand illusion.
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