Life In This Bitter Land

In a place we call home
A place we find ourselves in residence of
A place dark but light
A place, woke but dead
It's a test
A test of weakness and bravery
To survive an illusion that sounds and feels real
Which is it we fight?
Truth or falsehood, if both we need plan
A plan to survive in this bitter land
A land that continues a legacy of deception
Deception that which leads away from a truth we originate
But this defines us not
For we are spirits with souls
Souls that realise our truth
Truth in a sense of reality
A reality we most certainly create
Create with thoughts that which dominate our minds
It's an art full of chemistry
Existence is fair trade
A trade between thought and it's birth
A birth we have decision over
So what is it we fight really?
Ourselves or the realities of what others create
It's coordinated world
A world with an infinite source of thought vibrations
Vibrations easily caught by breath
It's a battle of selection
A selection between construction and destruction
The true question is,
Which is it you choose?