A mind of allured opacity.
Just to escape reality.
None could foresee but me.
And all of a sudden time would flee.
Withered or solid enchanting harmony.
To prevent proliferating agony.
A feeling so virtual.
Like a mandatory ritual.
Am i a trespasser of my own thoughts?!
Or a passenger in my journey of life?

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