In dust, I trust. Or what was meant to be the trust I lost builds up continuously. In this unreality, frequently I look into your beholders eye asking why I keep on believing those damn lies. Don’t recognise or even realise ignorance exists just for my own disquise. My intellect must react on this fact, in this conflict. Before it lurch me in, in my own illusion. Got to take conclusion from the only solution is an inner revolution.
Still keeps me in, still keep on going, still keep on climbing, still keep on rising until my fingertips touch the flames of the sun.
Sweet tender loveliness, want to feel your happiness. Childeren won’t cry if you sing that lullaby. It has past me by. Although I’ll keep on flying in to the doubtfull skies. Try to hide for that peace I feel inside. Caught up in this web of intrigue, it’s my mind that’s under siege. It’s my soul not my mind I try to free. Unless it’s the fulness of the unfulfilled won’t give me my greatness. Still keep me in nothingness, kept me in this blackness. Wickedness.
I was mesmerised, what keeps me in made me realise. Neutralise desperate question, for sure. In every little measure may lay the final cure.
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