![[451099a0-6b57-43af-ba03-0a2ac27ea0fe.mp3]] At midnight, when truth sheds its skin, And wisdom flows like ancient gin, We'll sit beside the mirror's edge, Where all our certainties will hedge. You'll show me what you think you are, A story written by a star. I'll show you what I claim to be, A tale of false identity. But listen close, beneath the sound, Of stories that we pass around. The silence holds a deeper truth: We're neither old nor in our youth. We're neither here nor truly gone, Neither dusk nor breaking dawn. Just ripples in a cosmic stream, Playing parts in someone's dream. The game continues, day by day, While players think they know the way. But wisdom whispers: "All is one, When masks dissolve and games are done." #poetry #philosophy #metaphysical