Flashes of light,
rushes of sound,
through the stream of life, bounds
the rarities.
Breaking forth for
air
with lack of care
for my sanity,
for, although
it may seem vanity for
me to present an unbroken seal,
to hide what others
would say is real.
I so wish to stay secure
to ensure
I do not yield to the
lure of
madness.
It is with sadness that I
admit the futility
of this stupidity of
a wish.
How much more can I persist?
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
Flashes of light,
rushes of sound,
through the stream of life, bounds
the rarities.
Breaking forth for
air
with lack of care
for my sanity,
for, although
it may seem vanity for
me to present an unbroken seal,
to hide what others
would say is real.
I so wish to stay secure
to ensure
I do not yield to the
lure of
madness.
It is with sadness that I
admit the futility
of this stupidity of
a wish.
How much more can I persist?
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