In this no escape, you believe
Belief is what makes you enter
and belief is what makes you caged.
Sometimes it's more complex
when you admire a heart
The choice is to love it as a pace regulator
of the only similarity we possess.
One is contended with seeing
if it works, and satisfied
that it does work.
But belief in a heart requires
a belief in its veins and arteries
where amidst this superficiality
some love is pushed out, some is accepted
A circulation is believed
and life as a body continues
inspite of the similarity
now named blood
Belief keeps believing
smeared in it, somewhere inside.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
In this no escape, you believe
Belief is what makes you enter
and belief is what makes you caged.
Sometimes it's more complex
when you admire a heart
The choice is to love it as a pace regulator
of the only similarity we possess.
One is contended with seeing
if it works, and satisfied
that it does work.
But belief in a heart requires
a belief in its veins and arteries
where amidst this superficiality
some love is pushed out, some is accepted
A circulation is believed
and life as a body continues
inspite of the similarity
now named blood
Belief keeps believing
smeared in it, somewhere inside.
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