Lifted Are The Burdens

If anyone has become addicted, To a habit for them no longer working out. They are blessed to have achieved consciousness. That should put a smile on their face. Ridding that pout displayed on the mouth. Too many stay with beliefs to deceive themselves. Hoping needed changes made, Will come to be done without sorrow or pain. But once one steps away with determination, A way of life can for them be better lived. Lifted are the burdens. And noticed is the weight on shoulders, Gone to think of any pain as a gain. With a relief of happiness remaining. To re-introduce a truth. One use to believe could only be felt, If highly medicated to delude oneself... Of a need to insist, They were addicted to a habit others knew. But for them did not exist. "Wow! I can not believe this." -Believe... What? - "The clarity reality has." -Who you tellin'? When I first discovered it, So painful it was. But it kept coming back. As if to personally attack me.- "It was. That's what truth and reality does."