The scales have tipped and symmetry becomes a distant memory
My lucidness loses ground and still we descend
The bottom rushes to meet as though the sky is falling
Solace as it were, or some strange variation
Appreciated no matter where it's found
Here is where you get the answers to nothing and everything
This is the realm of existence negated
Where endless freedom comes at the end of a chain
And all perception is an abstract view through concrete bars
Stepping out, reality is my mistress
Absent when most needed and coming around just enough to tease

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