Illusions

The illusion of detachment
and the drama of pain.
When you were always free
You were never attached to anything ..
Ever.
Including your name.

We give up everything everyday
When we sleep,
See??

I have always wondered;
At how we create the exact same world
When we wake up
And why?

Oh!!! Mind…
What would you create, if it wasn’t for
Your need for safety of the same ?
Would you then be free?

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