I must confess that I know when this perpetual fall
meets its fateful impact,
Limbo will catch my wayward soul.
In the land of unfinished books,
the remnants of ideas and crumpled bits of genius
find refuge within newfound lands and
finally make themselves whole again.
Where unsent letters are read without words
and can hopefully, finally be understood.
A place where I hope,to find my own home.
Where enigmas with jaded eyes find shelter from stares
and those with half-lived lives,who never really did care
even about themselves.
Without the obsession of the moment
time kneels at bended knee to eternity.
Relativity becomes lost within such lengths,
as flickering thoughts have time to grow
to heights never conceived before.
A place where the fickle truth divides
and my answers can finally be realized,
saved from their burial in the ruins
of all the careless lies spoken
the ones that drained away my life.
Forever will finally set me free and let my weary mind find peace.
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