The Lost Realist

And man forgot he was one,
With every “thing” that exists,
Pulled out his knife of logic,
And dismembered the universe.

How terribly alone and sad,
This child has become.

Alive and Dead,
There is a fine line,
Me and other,
There is a fine line.

And one day he woke up,
Realized he is one with everything,
There is no “me” or “human” in Reality,
And all misery disappeared.

He is alone no more,
Doesn’t crave another life,
Doesn’t crave for other life,
He is happy here, now, forever.

Everything is really one,
Something a knife will never know,
Trying to fit infinity itself,
On the edge of a knife?

Reality will laugh.

End this delusion,
End misery forever.