Dark Matter

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Oh
To be sure of yourself
What a dream it was
The ignorance of youth
Or the true, untainted wisdom?

The dream seems never-ending
Though the nightmare surely reigns?

Is the nightmare
But a dream
Dressed up in screams
As the night airs flow and change?

They say
We create our own reality
But I don’t know who they are
Or how they can be so sure

Maybe they’ve found the light
Or maybe they’ve been blinded by it
Or maybe that’s the same thing?

They say
Ignorance is bliss
And it probably is for the ones
“In the know.”

But I don’t know?
You don’t know?
Nobody knows for sure?

Are we stuck in the matrix?
Are we cosmic manure?
Fabricated or sacred
Or aliens on tour?

Oh
To be sure of yourself,
What a dream it is.

But what a nightmare, too.