Juvenile Breakthrough

If i could accumulate the ashes
from the forgotten memorial of fragile matches
Reminisce the mind & soul burned out, tears of escape
a prayer of deliverance
from authorative monarchy trapped in fictional immoral standards
maybe then I to could draw life
trapped in caverns in my unconscious pastures
a perfect Picasso for the masses
to create clips,the harmonized glimpses of a child with imagination
bound to no predestined masters
The sorrow of my words, a Picasso for the masters
Maybe then I could sing and dance
with appreciation of the never ending
Smile with the pretending devils
disguised as foreign smokes inhaled
to keep us limp to the new beginnings
Till our final exhale
Maybe then, my labors will be remembered.....

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