Isolated, the prisoner finds freedom
An illusion in this caricature world
Happiness isn’t in the longing of isolation
But to be alone and still remain a clockwork
Sharing the burden of emotions all around
So that in the end when you look behind
You were never the only person alone

Her tears, droplets of fresh spring dew
Falling upon the soft petals of her face
That first smile afterwards, a mountain breeze
Rejuvenating the barren soul lost from its path
Why then does my heart still cry tonight?
Why does it remain still as this night is?
Perhaps it has left my prison, a desert
Yearning to join its beloved on a crescent
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The wrinkles on her skin never aged
They stayed the same since I was born
And then I saw her entire world change
But she still kept smiling like always
Too late, to remember all that she taught
Maybe I am already gone way too forward
Because not even death can comprehend
How her memories still remain unchanged
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Like the falling of autumn leaves
The beloved left the hands of the lover
Casting a veil over their broken souls
Where is the solace? If not in her laughter
That would break this spell of fall like spring
But her smile is hidden beneath the snowy ground
Because this winter has separated you and I
Making us forget our journey through the seasons

Freedom
The captured craves it
The captor hates it
What is its price then?
Priceless or bargained?
Or else only imagination
For nobody is really free
Only some pretend to be

These palpable thoughts, raining in clouds of dust
Upon unfolded, crumpling stacks of discarded dreams
Bottles of ink, trying to resuscitate the forgotten words
Only to spill on the sheets, holding the empty hopes
Is the mind gone along with its representation?
To be forever lost, trapped inside an overgrown shell

Writhing, churning the mind of insolence
A seething Pain oozing, creating a trance
Suspended inside undulating darkness
And heavy chains shackling lightness
Ripples, swaying the animated mirrors
Reflecting violent, psychotic thoughts
Unabashed by the reality collapsing in
Leaving a hollow, empty husk therein