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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