Nothing else but this

Signs point to empty lanes
Words and speech gain nothing in their utterance
The way is straight and narrow, 
So much that no one travels it
Who clings to their claims?
Who holds onto life?
Who struggles to endure?

What is leading you down the path?

What carrot do you pursue?
This or that
If they are all dreams, does it matter what their content is?

Does it matter what we are stuck to?

What we are addicted to?

What we are blinded by?

Each dream has the same opinion

That I am more worthy than yourself

That I worth reaching for against better conscience
Each is a dream
Each is a fiction
Each keep us asleep 
Each keep us lost and confused
Mad and broken
Each is a distraction from what is real
From who you are and what you truly desire
Each make up many many many
Many strands of a web of deception
A web of sin

A web of lust
A web of tears
A web of darkness
To live is to discover and free oneself from the veil of delusion
The veil that says this is so when we know better
A web that puts the part before the whole
A web of madness
A web of mutilation
A web that is the tyranny of darkness
A web that has no self
A web that does not exist as it is seen
A web that is an image-fixation in the mind

That is completely imaginary
This is the web that most of us live in and few of us see through
There is nowhere to go, there is nothing to do, we are not the part

Fantasy is worthless
Fantasy is not reality
Fantasy does not exist

Fantasy cannot provide happiness, peace, or security

Only temporary comfort
Which is replaced by pain and suffering

Fantasy does not provide what we imagine it to
It cannot because it is imagined, it is not real
It is not here as we imagine it to be, what it is is a vision in our minds that does not exist outside of our minds
It cannot exist outside of our minds because in the fantasy, we and the world are something which in reality we are not and never can be. We can never be separate. We can never be anything other than how we are. We are not these isolated individuals. We are not the way we judge ourselves or the world to be. This is fiction. This is imagined. This is not real. This is fantasy. 

Fantasy is delusion. It is seeing what is not and thinking what is not is real. This will never suffice. It serves to keep us distracted from what is real. What is here. What is here is all we have. What we have is all we are. Everything else is not real, imagined, contrived. There is never a distance between us and the world. There is never another time or place. Never anything but what is here right now as you are right now. Nowhere to go, no one else to be. Simply as you are now, and nothing else. Never anything else.