To blame why it can't be when
imagination is a way to escape.
There was the rumble of thunder,
the rhythm of the great winds,
coveted the soul to find where it leap.
Like an old road full of deep mystery,
where no one doesn't seem to
notice how it collide.
For reality wants to seek in a
swollen mind where it hide.
The surprise of the truth of
how grateful as it was
yet unkind.
The blink of one's eye, to wake up
in a lonely blind.
And reality is nowhere
to find.
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