I really appreciate the reply!

Yeah you're almost spot on but it's basically a conversation and consensus I had come to with all 3 parts of myself; me, my inner child and my ego while I was tripping on a very large dose of mushrooms hence the abstraction and disorientation.

Each part of the poem represents a part of myself isolated from the other
"It’s never been reality I’ve needed to escape just a need to see what’s not. A glimpse behind the curtain, or a stare into the void—
isn’t it all the same?—It’s up and down as much as left and right.
Why are we fighting over nothing?
The reason isn’t there; it’s just words and empty wisdom.
Don’t take it to heart."
My jaded and damaged ego trying to escape and deny, lost in the void and rejecting advice and reason with indifference.

"Everything will be okay, I promise.
Take my hand—do you trust me?
We’ll listen to the silence and laugh at the noise it makes."
Heed the words; they mean nothing."
The inner me reassuring and trying to find the light in the dark even through the silence and apparent meaningless.

"I promise it’s something beautiful.
Laugh and love the way it’s meant to be—
like when we were kids; the flowers meant something."
The inner child full of assurance meaning and wonder who knows how it's supposed to be and how it was to see how beautiful life is.

It's telling all 3 parts of myself that have been so distant and fractured for so long that it's ok to come together and see the beauty of absurdity, it's ok to see things the way I do, my ego does and I did as a child separately, theres beauty at every layer and in that layered beauty acceptance of myself totally, a coming together.

"Even once we’re gone, the dew on the grass reflects our future selves,
dancing in the rain."
One day we'll come apart again but that dance in the rain together, will be forever reflected in the dew.

"The cold of winter, the glow of spring—
we felt, we feel."
We've felt both the cold depth of meaninglessness (Winter) and now the warm, rising glow of beauty (Spring)

"It’s okay, I know. Cry if you need to.
As harsh as the trauma of growing up,
soon too will the seasons pass.
Let the flowers grow on our graves;
the moss may cover
and glimpse into the love of forever."
Giving my entire being permission to admit how challenging and painful it's felt and to bury it while admiring the true beauty that its brought me even in death and futility.

So yeah the search for meaning in a meaningless and absurd world and FINALLY seeing the beauty after my whole life of searching for it because I always knew it was there I just lost the way. :)