Good day my friends and Salut to you! Time to play herald and this is my cue So, here comes my woe in a rhythmic fashion; as this was written in the era of post-passion
And for the curious readers who know not of I Seemless and keen to write I will try You need not comprehend all that is meant; yet, for a moment or less your time will be spent
Let me begin with a synopsis of my vision It was far from forgiving and was lost in decision I could never be quite sure of the light or dark; For in the absent and present my sense would embark
Continually being coated with an artificial Gleam; Rendering my wakefulness as a fragile like dream Which in-turn lit the path to my lack of importance; Painting the illustrated guise for my willful ignorance
And, The descension of unstable ethics I had once grasped I new inevitably would meet their eventual relapse Into what I predominately labeled as a Karmic curse A constant role disassociation fixed in reverse
If that indefinite definition didn't tickle your fancy Then maybe a second look will decipher real from fantasy? Or rather not and maybe so; but atleast I try... Fine! I'll move past this rant and attempt not to pry
I must confess that the strain of guilt was an essential tool; For supressing the need to an end that wasn't simple to fool Although, as the days came to more and the weeks into age; I could barely relate to anything that I had inked onto page
The mind I had always and sincerely held in such awry regard; Stood to spoilate my sorrow and to watch as my guard To forget all that had ignited the suspensful act of survival Forming the catalyst for this decrepit rebirth of revival
What I have just stated is immersed in the human condition; Can you not remember the awakening of your own re-invention? I suppose for some it may be subtle and largely unnoticed, but to me and several others it isn't so easily dismissed
For I had not fully acknowledged the diversity of duality; Until that morning when I had lost my will for frivolity Every pleasure of my past rotted out from the inside Revealing the inner workings of what I falsely wore as pride
I finally came to terms with what had substituted as my mask; discovering that the pursuit for belonging is such a hopeless task Like searching for a lover in the midst of a masquerade; As the sunset fades our flaws are free to roam from the shade
To most it might seem as if I'm entirely self-centered and perhaps the art of indulgence I may have mastered yet, If you're putting my concern for your well being into question; Then just maybe we've stumbled across a universal Contradiction?