It all started with a simple conversation.
A conversation filled with many hesitant questions that I told myself were irrelevant.
Internally battling that voice that replaced my curiosity with fear.
Fear of finding everything I had been told was all an illusion.
An illusion created to keep many in a deep slumber while the wicked ran rampant.
Free of all consequences while the lost ones looked on with the rose colored glasses they were given so long ago.
Just as I have been for many years.
Until a simple conversation brought forth a simple question,
Can I tell you something?
The something was like finding pages and pages of a lost text.
The erased writings on the wall our ancestors left.
Now returned to its rightful owners.
To decipher the meaning.
As they awaken from their slumber.
With eyes wide open.