Blank pages scream back at my empty mind,
wanting to be filled with anguish gnawing.
Herein lies the shredded pieces of me,
laying witness to foolishness past.
In this manifest weakness,
I only have myself to berate.
In magic I have surrendered
my ineluctable destiny.
Yet illusions end,
once the smoke clears.
And tricks lose their novelty.
My sense of self-worth
now plummets like a speck of dirt
in a gushing water going down the drain.
Still life is all about trying -
and failing,
until I succeed.
Time has bestowed upon me
the gift of freedom – and of hope.
Time will help me say goodbye.
Time will help me look forward to hello.
wanting to be filled with anguish gnawing.
Herein lies the shredded pieces of me,
laying witness to foolishness past.
In this manifest weakness,
I only have myself to berate.
In magic I have surrendered
my ineluctable destiny.
Yet illusions end,
once the smoke clears.
And tricks lose their novelty.
My sense of self-worth
now plummets like a speck of dirt
in a gushing water going down the drain.
Still life is all about trying -
and failing,
until I succeed.
Time has bestowed upon me
the gift of freedom – and of hope.
Time will help me say goodbye.
Time will help me look forward to hello.
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