A fire on some distant mountain under the grey sky,
the beauty of it's shape halting every passer-by.
I hope it keep me warm during a stormy night
and shines my path brighter than the moonlight.
The fire, a solitary goal for every lost soul,
fills the void of emptiness that takes a toll.
Survivors have named it "The Illusion of evasion"
and preach, it's the mind's creation to end desolation.
Am I a fool to have jumped into the common crowd
and reached out for hope sailing on a fluffy cloud.
This grand leap might bring me a merry evening
and let me enjoy my tea in Japan's pink spring.
The scenery I see in the fire has set me free
and I feel destined to become it's devotee.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
A fire on some distant mountain under the grey sky,
the beauty of it's shape halting every passer-by.
I hope it keep me warm during a stormy night
and shines my path brighter than the moonlight.
The fire, a solitary goal for every lost soul,
fills the void of emptiness that takes a toll.
Survivors have named it "The Illusion of evasion"
and preach, it's the mind's creation to end desolation.
Am I a fool to have jumped into the common crowd
and reached out for hope sailing on a fluffy cloud.
This grand leap might bring me a merry evening
and let me enjoy my tea in Japan's pink spring.
The scenery I see in the fire has set me free
and I feel destined to become it's devotee.
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