There is one frontier. We never left. Not above us. Not beyond. Somewhere underneath the thought. Break the pattern. Open wide. Find the door behind the eyes. No horizon. No machine. Only places never seen. Eyes open. I draw a river. It begins to flow. I build a mountain. And watch it grow. I change the weather. I move the sun. A world appears. When thought is done. If I can shape what I can see. Who decides what reality means? This is the last frontier. The world behind the mind. I close my eyes. And leave the outside. This is the last frontier. No walls. No end. I dream the world. And enter in. Build it. Change it. Wake it. Again. A sleeping ocean. A second sky. I write new rules. Then change the time. Every question opens space. Every memory becomes a place. But if the dream can feel this real. How do we know what we should feel? Maybe the mind was never closed. Maybe the walls were only codes. Maybe the limits we believed were sleeping gates inside of me. Open. The last frontier. Open. The last frontier. This is the last frontier. A universe inside. I close my eyes. And redesign. This is the last frontier. The dream obeys. I build tomorrow. Inside today. Here. Nothing falls. Here. Nothing ends. I can begin. Again. If every world can be designed, Can freedom live inside the mind? If every fear can disappear. Would we still know why we are here? One more layer. One more door. One more world behind the world. We searched the stars. We crossed the sea. Then found the distance. Inside of me. This is the last frontier. The place we cannot see. A hidden universe inside identity. This is the last frontier. The dream takes form. We break the walls. And build the storm. This is the last frontier. No map. No sign. The furthest world is found inside. Eyes open. System unchanged. Reality. Or just. Another layer?
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