In your head to change your interpretation
To
want, is it a set back for opportunity from mental freedom.
Are
you really thirsty to drink the elixir that has been poured in a glass and sits
peacefully at the table, while you wait
Deceived,
gullible, parched
You
remain, whilst under the carpet through the cracks of your broken mirrors and
destroyed ties, all those perfectly placed lies, that sweat you dry
It
drips
And
still you sit cold restless
like
a blank post card that waits to be mailed, you count minutes into shadows
Static
time place thought
Everything
lays soft under your feet waiting to be discovered
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