Mystic Credence

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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