As I let my thoughts run wild
false reality is left astray.
My imagination like that of a child
who's eager to go out and play.

Serenity is my shelter
from the chaos manifesting outside.
In the midst of dire commotion
abides my intrinsic place to hide.

An escape to be set free
from the afflicted human race.
Opening my mind and heart
to every problem we now face.

Hunger, pain, greed, and torment
evil conduct for personal gain.
How have we not come to realize
we initiated all of this pain?

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