![[7a579ef8-1f67-4055-a7c7-cffa1cf1985f.mp3]] Men like clouds drift overhead. Thinking they control their thread. Laughing at the wind that blows, While deeper currents guide their flows. A thousand winds we cannot see, Drive our false reality. Yet we dance and claim to lead, While ancient forces make us bleed.  Through the void between the stars, Past the prison of our scars. Watch as puppets learn to fly, When strings that bind them start to die.  #poetry #philosophy #metaphysical