_Eponymous, insidious indifference._
_Existence._
_Towers before fates road, exquisite._
_Beckoning the soul to a fork._
_A question._
_A man can break who he used to be?_
_Or will he be? Until he breaks._
_Ponder at the fork, day passes day._
_From end to end, the requiem,_
_sings and rings, like a lovely dream_
_But beautiful things._
_Like destiny._
_Its crescendos extinguish._
_Try though, he does to see both roads._
_To sense and see the masquerade._
_No map to guide._
_No stars to follow._
_No end to see,_
_Through his glass shadow._
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 5:08 AM UTC
_Eponymous, insidious indifference._
_Existence._
_Towers before fates road, exquisite._
_Beckoning the soul to a fork._
_A question._
_A man can break who he used to be?_
_Or will he be? Until he breaks._
_Ponder at the fork, day passes day._
_From end to end, the requiem,_
_sings and rings, like a lovely dream_
_But beautiful things._
_Like destiny._
_Its crescendos extinguish._
_Try though, he does to see both roads._
_To sense and see the masquerade._
_No map to guide._
_No stars to follow._
_No end to see,_
_Through his glass shadow._