Everyday we create
Our own world to love or hate
Imagination is the key to fascination
Make a stay that's bearable
You know we are all stuck
In a mass expanse of nothingness
Anything seems like a gift
Your key to salvation
Looks like it doesn't fit
Just shut up and fall in
Wasting time but feeling fine
Open up to see the truth
Everything is wasted as time moves
Into cracks, through the grooves
Permeable membrane of cranial decay
It's criminal that we cannot stay
Only offered grace by means of
Blinding light to guide the way
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Thought provoking read. Not black and white but then I have dissolving gray matter. Nicely written
Excellent write
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