Things are never what they seem
Another one of life’s hypocrisies
All you wish for and all you dream
Letting go of the in-between

Hanging on in limbo
It was all inside your head
Things that you see now
Things you never said

So close , yet so far
Glaring at the dark blue sky
Wish and want at the shooting stars
But even demons can fly

The avarice of time
Vivifying moments best left to decay
Rush of blood through these rhymes
A drop of ink in my veins

Echoes in my mind
Reminding me of a decadent scheme
All along I’ve been trying to find
A spark of life in this broken realm.


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