Uncertainty, while falling slowly
Take away this veil
The illusions since multiplied
Having altered life and love
When was the last time I was ME?
Return me not to the place
On the cusp of right and wrong
Between shadows and reality
Plagued by misconceptions of
and yet seeds of hope interplay with burdens
Life, death, solace, black hole
Drama scripted, Director - yell, no
Recesses of brain matter
Active and alive
Where live unexpected descents to
A perfect model of HELL
NO EXITS HERE
ON THE PRECIPICE OF REASON?
Wicked theatrical scenarios
Play out in melodramas
That draws a hungry crowd
Do they exist? Beyond this veil?
Ah, a cliché to be held this way
To be held this way…
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disclaimer: this is not ME nor MY life, just morning coffee musings...