O youth! O passion for living, embrace
me once again! Open the gates
of freedom so I can cross over and
bathe in thy lovely streams of innocence.
I carry upon my being the filth
and deception of adulthood. As my
years have grown, my happiness, strength
and lust for life have faded!
I no longer ask that most dreadful question
"Why?" and have accepted all Worldly
lies as truth.
Survival is now the game I play. It's
a new form of hide and seek. I'll try
to get away with as much as possible
while you prove I did something wrong!
HA! Lies are now my alibis and truth
is but treason to my living soul!
I dare not say what's on my mind, for fear that
the guardians of manipulation and ignorance
will beat me to a pulp until my desire to exist
became null!
I no longer live a REAL life!
I admit now that reality is but a two-way mirror
that I am unaware of!
Maybe one day that mirror will be broken and I'll become
whole again.
Who knows?
I can only pray for such a Heavenly illusion!
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Author:
Michael A. McGuire (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2026 06:13
- Category: Reflection
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In this soliloquy there is much I can identify with. Age takes a toll on our perspective and fogs the back of that glass of that mirror but polishes the reflective front. We may see ourselves well but can not see through. A wonderful read and a fave
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