Marbles

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A place so new,

Beyond the boundaries

Of a safe cocoon.

A taste of free will,

Calling on him

Enticing him.

Liabilities stem his steps, But

Eyes wander to

Curious interludes.

They beckon him

To explore,

To break in and relish.

He breaks in

For a fancied bliss,

And realization dawned, too late.

They are marbles,

From far, they are

A fantasy so tempting.

The exterior promises

A beautiful world,

A silver lining lasting forever.

One step in, and he tumbles,

As the illusion crumbles

Into a morbid rubble.

Not a silver line,

But a shiny shackle

Clasping hard on its prey.

His voice drifting,

His reason mislaid,

Like the thousand others, fallen.

Now more marbles

Wait in the bay,

Looking for another prey.

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