Once in a while, we wake up wearily, and worry out of wariness, whether the world within us has withered away under a window of wizardry, or warped into a wonderland.
An effort at enlightening everybody on the eternal enigma:
Full Stop?
An assembly of aspirations and aberrations
An effort at enlightening everybody on the eternal enigma:
Full Stop?
An assembly of aspirations and aberrations
Age accustomed to adsorb and annul all alone
Allowing annihilation aplenty; away and afar
Breathing beyond boredom, barely being banished
Bystanders moved on, bearing no testimony
Burrowed to break the back of a banal bubble
Creeping and climbing, with callous chaos
Chateaux of calm, a crafty connoisseur
Carving clichés and uncovering cocoons
Daunted by dawn or dusk? - I doubt
Deeds dimmed all the dreary dialogue
Dumbfounded, deceived and damned, was I
Eerie euphoria, earthly epochal emancipation
Epilogue-like it echoed, enervating with ebbs and flows
Elusive as ever, eking out ephemeral existence
Finished, fallen, furthering futility of failure
Facing the facets of foes and flatterers
Finally, was it a full stop or first blood?
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