Monday, 30 April 2012


In the land of Fantasy
On a high with Ecstasy

Walking down the wild park
Nothing to be seen in the pitch dark

Thorns on the ground cut through the flesh
Bugs around smell the wound which is fresh

In Ignorance but not in bliss
Sliding down to the abyss

Edge of the cliff and about to succumb
Nothing to feel and comfortably numb

Then comes a place of bivalence
And the clock showing the time of balance

Breathing through the air that is sickening
Opening eyes to witness the awakening

With a tunnel on the bend
On a long road without the end
With many flavors to blend
And a few bruises to mend

The first few steps on the perennial road
Flying in the skies on a different mode

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