This mirage is nothing but one...
Terrifyingly neverending...
A collection of dreadful images
Yet we hold on to it so tightly?
Is it the pugnacity of our souls?
Or a desperate attempt for everything?
We foolish dreamers fear our own reveries
Yet we continuously form and reform them?
We yearn for flamboyance
Excitement, happiness and contentment
They're all fleeting! Ephemeral! Evanescent!
Yet we still crave and desire?
Indeed, it is cryptic...
This way of living we've chosen
Full of chinks and fallacies
Yet we breathe... We live...
For we are indeed fools
Trapped in our feeble creations
In the midst of despondency,
We stand tall and proud...
How pitiful yet valorous beings...















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