The truth confined to the prison of letters
Wary eyes staring at a distance
Blind to the time being, attuned to the foregone
Brick by brick it is building…
A life that is congruent with what it wants
Trapped yet those walls are alleviating
To the world a whimsical sense of humor
Whiffs and puffs of laughter…
The delusion of a perfect world
Hold dearly, beyond the blues
Until it unleashes until it gets tired
Until you let go of the reins that drive you…
The shadow behind is growing
In a blasting stark of light
Engulfing the wasted soul of monochrome
It is visible now, let it be
Isn’t this the most beautiful epiphany…
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