Through wandering eyes I see
No sight of prophecy.
Wandering souls lacking purpose
Invisible from surface.
Lost, yet expelling glee
Lest, a projection from me?
Lives of objects to divert us
From discovering this circus.
Joy or sadness will it be
When darkness envelops thee...
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Author:
C.M. Carlson (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2022 09:19
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Wow, quite the reflection. I enjoy the way you describe that we all have the ability to live a more joyful life by not "expelling the glee." Well done!
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