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Your tread has become dreary, Heavy and weary; You have forgotten why you walk. Long ago, You stepped on your once innocent, Brightly burning wick, Obliviously, Until it was out, Cold and buried, Many feet underneath the dull landscape You now walk across. You have forgotten how to see; Your eyes have sunk Into the recesses of your thoughts. They jump from light to light, Like a frantic moth, Following instincts yet unaware Of its own light, Its senses hammered By its impulses. You taste only extremes, Overindulge in fanciful delights; Your tongue gets drunk, Then passes out, Your mind convinced it has tasted Satisfaction And nothing more can be Or is required. You have forgotten yourself, Your colourful visions, Your raw sensations, Your honest perceptions. You have forgotten your Uncontaminated, Uncorrupted, Uninfluenced yearnings. The clouds that once beckoned you, Taking your mind for a spin With an outpour of Tingling excitement, Have come to symbolise The nondescript background Against which your silent struggle Unfolds into Nothing in particular.
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
Nothing in Particular
Your tread has become dreary, Heavy and weary; You have forgotten why you walk. Long ago, You stepped on your once innocent, Brightly burning wick, Obliviously, Until it was out, Cold and buried, Many feet underneath the dull landscape You now walk across. You have forgotten how to see; Your eyes have sunk Into the recesses of your thoughts. They jump from light to light, Like a frantic moth, Following instincts yet unaware Of its own light, Its senses hammered By its impulses. You taste only extremes, Overindulge in fanciful delights; Your tongue gets drunk, Then passes out, Your mind convinced it has tasted Satisfaction And nothing more can be Or is required. You have forgotten yourself, Your colourful visions, Your raw sensations, Your honest perceptions. You have forgotten your Uncontaminated, Uncorrupted, Uninfluenced yearnings. The clouds that once beckoned you, Taking your mind for a spin With an outpour of Tingling excitement, Have come to symbolise The nondescript background Against which your silent struggle Unfolds into Nothing in particular.
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Nagual
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
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