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Now strange as strange seems to fly
Living life may be defined as just a lie
Depressed in a deep dungeon sorrow
Waiting for the faded light of tomorrow
Long dark cold days in your future past
With star bright nights in present last
Forever together dream, shed no tear
Close to the meaning of it all, so near.
Reach for understanding with a grasp
Escape mental clutches in just a gasp
No chance to feel any of reality again
So let go your spirit fight and refrain
From falling down to hit solid ground
And crack your skull without a sound
Lie there just bleeding from your head
Waiting for time to declare you dead
Strangely will your soul escape to fly
High above a dark blood broken sky
Endless may that strange journey be
Who knows what wonders are to see
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.