The visions, the views, the self reflective play,
I'm left wordless from what they have to say.
There's levels to me, layers, darkness and light,
there's levels, layers, and closed eyes sight.
I know my levels, I know my layers, my darkness and my light.
When I close my eyes I understand everything within my sight.
I'm caged, I'm lost, I'm bound and set myself free.
My mind's a hinder, causes pain, but has its tranquility.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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