Face the truth
When I look above, it feels like- the sky is falling upon me.
When I look beneath my feet,
I sense the earth is inviting me to her womb.
And then I close my eyes,
Pretending to be blind for what I don't want to see.
Hypocrisy, lies, all that cries surrounds me.
When I try to look inside,
Question and face my own fears.
Above all the lies,
A hidden truth starts to speak-
What you are is what you see,
Only you can set yourself free.
To lift yourself beyond the sky,
Find your peace beneath the tree.
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