The Core That Remains
There’s a part of you that remains constant, no matter what forms you take in life. It goes beyond what we typically think of as the soul. This essence is what responds to your experiences, finds meaning in simply being, and communicates through your honest feelings. You are an eternal being, even while playing the temporary roles life hands you.
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If I could choose what am I, would I?
would I collapse into something else entirely
reborn with foreign traits, a different name
Yet, would it change the name I have always had?
Could my eternal self awaken new beneath the same sun?
Underneath it all, there is no game
only the stories we crave to fill the void
a void that never truly existed
In the illusionary chamber, a mirror waits
You stare, the reflection shifts
revelation comes
but who is it for?
A global revolution, or just my own fleeting solution?
Pointed directly, missed entirely
How clear is my reasoning within this labyrinth?
Seven numbers, seven harmonizers
guiding rebellion shaped by desire
The velocity builds, carried by a hidden hunger
Digest your meal, digest your ink
those same-old tattoos written on your skin
Are they just marks, or are they real?
Or is "real" just the story you've chosen to believe?
Ascension corporations, enlightenment Olympians
you see the game, and yet the trial starts again
Chasing a "full version," not realizing
you are the full version
The password lies within
so why do you keep searching?
You wait for completion
while downloading fragments of yourself
complete, but raw
Every element appears in its own time
Karmic debts stack up, a balance to settle
Do you consent to awaken the mannequin self
to pay the price you alone created?
What does it mean in the end?
Everything is real, because you make it real
Belief creates form and you are belief itself
Generating, observing, multitasking in silence
as if no one is watching
as if it were possible for anyone but yourself to see
The last labyrinth, the final pitfall
and then the dawn rises
The lowest plunge becomes the highest peak
and you jump on a bungee
a rocket pack firing
You soar, only to land as yourself once more
unchanged and eternal at the core
Bliss blinds by choice
A personal fog that shifts
Never absolute
Truth waits behind the veil
When fog lifts
will you meet your true face?
No final acts in infinity
No preludes to beginnings
Finding becomes losing
Selling becomes keeping
Did I steal this self
Or create it through rebirth?
Persona insists it's real
And so it becomes
Being never aches
Being simply renews
