Freedom is the realization that freedom is just another drug to calm a pain, to continue the show

Freedom is the realization that freedom is just another drug to calm a pain, to continue the show, And this drug comes in a variety of models, prices for the mass market or highly segregated niches. In the chaotic silence, where souls meet in untamed dreams, Lies the immeasurable truth we hide in the delicate silks of self-deception, Freedom, an illusion sold in shiny packages, like lost ancient amphorae, Changes its form for every thirsty soul, soothing the silent pain that creeps into the shadows. Watching the spectacle of life, we drown in the symphony of daily experiences, Each inner battle is an unending act of a cosmic play, This drug leads us, shapes us, keeps us captive in its snares, Offering us infinite illusions of escape, creating an ephemeral paradise, only to trap us. In a world where prices are etched in the ephemeral gold of our desires, Profits swell, our dreams turn into transactions, A reality sold in vast commercial spaces or isolated market corners, Carefully packaged, tailored for the masses or for the few, the chosen, the segregated. The stream of consciousness guides us through rivers of unspoken thoughts, In the depths of our own reflections, where we find truth and lies, freedom and captivity, In every moment of silence, we decipher maps of our minds, seeking corners of paradise, The hidden treasures of our soul seep through the veins of time, slowly decrypting our power. Freedom is as twisted as the winding path of a mountain road, An antidote to pain, a fleeting solace for unseen wounds, We have grown accustomed to seeking this remedy, embracing the illusion with open arms, Only for a time, we travel through the realm of the unknown, trying to heal what we cannot see. In the depths of the stream of consciousness, we reveal ourselves entirely, Becoming seekers of truth through layers of lies and false hopes, We are explorers of our own freedom, held captive by purchased delusions, With each breath, each step, we liberate ourselves, only to shackle ourselves again. There, in the shadow of the show, we understand that freedom is more than a drug, It is a journey, an infinite mystery, a quest for the peace we need, It is the eternal dance of life and desire, a waltz between truth and illusions, And thus, we continue to dream, to seek, to live.