Do we cling to the bendable moods of our emotions
or glide along the steely straight paths of our minds,
or should we dance along the borders of both,
until we see blurred lines?
Who is this gate keeper
and how does he keep time,
can he give us the rhythm to unlock what we crave to find?
Are we plagued in a cloud of mist that covers the clarity we seek,
or is there a way to be free of the bonds and temptations
of our own forged realities?
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