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Golden Circle

You sold your soul

To cheat your way into peace

Chose a well lit old path

To keep clear of your own

Discovered many tastes

Of second hand unknowns

Tried what was already true

And then you faded away

 

Virtue tickles good spirits

With the stroke of many feathers

Touches every peaceful mind

Beyond their wildest dreams

Imagination waking up

On the grass of a fresh abyss

With everywhere to begin with

And whatever else to miss

 

Eyes looking for an horizon

Still have faith in the end

In a foggy smooth apathy

Hunger ate itself out

"Another piece" you think

Trying to unsee a fool

Hiding in a dream of mirrors

Out of the blue then back again

Yet you're keeping it cool

Gliding the day away

Not a foot on the ground

Clear as sky as always

Everything's lost to the wind

Nothing was meant to stay

Remember, new tomorrows

Further forget today

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Written by
CognitiveConflict
31 / France
Published
Nov 13, 2022
Lines·Words
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