I travel through realms of the past
And I look at myself blur fast
A lost traveller, cradled in the wild
I pulsate back and forth like a child
I have seen the worst truths
I have been in the best myths
I unfurl in a spiral of moments
Scared at this mystic credence
Where do I run to and what for?
When this ugly chase tires me more
Ridiculed, I mount the mound
Born with insanity, dutifully bound
Moved by my silence, I rest
Craving for tunes of life, the best
I smile a lullaby to self, taken
It’s a life of tales, yet to awaken
Thrown into my heart’s gallows
I scream and whisper to my pillows
A shaken soul, I look outside
To see the sun rising on the west side.
Gracias,
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