In the way

A plague sweeps sweetly over the canvas that is our minds,

it’s wings have stretched far and wide,

we find ourselves troubled and blind,

believing everything we find,

from the round and round patterning deep inside,

no table-turning and embracing this demise,

with absolutely no place to hide,

no one to guide,

the priests well they lied,

shadows obscure the truth,

from plain view,

but we must give up to get out,

do not resist, do not doubt,

I turn on my head,

walk over from this bed, they said I had to lie in,

the other option they said was a sin.

…in the eyes of a few,

but these shadows they obscure,

the truth from plain from view

and the one to uncover this is you and only you.


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