Shades
Between
There’re
those days when your soul’s on delay
The
kernel spark that’s your quark
The
central light from where all gets sight
Doesn’t
generate enough light to make it bright
Where to
go when it’s a rough flow?
On the
edge of happiness you’re in a wilderness
Where
what’s considered given is riven
Once more
those dratted panaceas
For you
know reality and the steeliness it requires
Silence
is your torture and longing its whip
Your eyes
always focus on what’s in the dip
That
dratted mind brake quivers the lip
Did you
get this resentment for faerie tales?
Happy
ever after is a belief that derails
Grab
reality and shake it until it wails
To act
bravely for you until come the sweet rains
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