My friend don't hide away
Higher walls have been breached
By weaker men in older day
For reasons sillier in longer reach
Troy was sailed for lesser reason
Don't forgo this journey
The value cannot cheapen
Except in precepts failing worthy
You never said worthless
But your indifference demands the fact
I've seen how you move
I’ve seen how you act
It doesn't have to be this way
spread thin so low to the ground
In an empty room dancing all day
With only echoes of past sound
It is your heart imitating a silence felt
It is not a demand of your total worth
If art was painted with absent mediums
You would be an artist of infinite mirth
And what an artist you are
Had you eyes to see,
Shut so tight they wont even blur
So you mark the incur
Fleeting
The party went on so late
Because it was waiting for you
You kept clean the slate
Anticipating rejection due
While you hide in the room,
till the guests all leave
As if you're not worthy to be seen
But this room was made for you
The floor waits for your image gleam
This room, it is not all that is left
It is not the final place to dance
You are not bound to this interior
You need only assume the stance
And face the crowd that hides in
your mirror
You may go as you please
There is no need hide from your sight
The door will open with ease
The sun was shining when
I walked into the night
It will shine no less for you
Should you just choose to reach for it
with grace imbued
You are the perfect part
Of an imperfect work of art
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 2:32 PM UTC
My friend don't hide away
Higher walls have been breached
By weaker men in older day
For reasons sillier in longer reach
Troy was sailed for lesser reason
Don't forgo this journey
The value cannot cheapen
Except in precepts failing worthy
You never said worthless
But your indifference demands the fact
I've seen how you move
I’ve seen how you act
It doesn't have to be this way
spread thin so low to the ground
In an empty room dancing all day
With only echoes of past sound
It is your heart imitating a silence felt
It is not a demand of your total worth
If art was painted with absent mediums
You would be an artist of infinite mirth
And what an artist you are
Had you eyes to see,
Shut so tight they wont even blur
So you mark the incur
Fleeting
The party went on so late
Because it was waiting for you
You kept clean the slate
Anticipating rejection due
While you hide in the room,
till the guests all leave
As if you're not worthy to be seen
But this room was made for you
The floor waits for your image gleam
This room, it is not all that is left
It is not the final place to dance
You are not bound to this interior
You need only assume the stance
And face the crowd that hides in
your mirror
You may go as you please
There is no need hide from your sight
The door will open with ease
The sun was shining when
I walked into the night
It will shine no less for you
Should you just choose to reach for it
with grace imbued
You are the perfect part
Of an imperfect work of art
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