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SENSES OF CONFUSION
The acrid smell of bitterness
Permeates the pores and spills out into the unchecked nothingness
Of the unchecked imagination that turns out to be blindingly real
Welcome to the farce of a vicious reincarnation
The mirage of this life bleeds tears of recognition
Knowing all the while that those bold steps never touched the ground
Keep nailing in that smile, clumsily hovering over the incessant chatter
The ears you longed to capture never heard a sound
Yet even as the buds taste the death of hope, the precious tool of the masquerade knows it will release the sweet rapture of believing that tomorrow will offer another parade of opportunities
To see, touch, taste, smell and hear
But the end of the charade is always near
