Shadows, silent darkness,Moving images in the light. Reflection of the world we know. We the children of the night.
Blisters, burnt by the sun. The giver of life the taker. People left with no place to run. Get ready to meet your maker.
Cold the heart, stolen in the night. Broken in the day.Lost from the start. In fright they go away.
Where are your treasures foolish one? Have you stored them all away? Knowing soon they'll all be gone. Why not get on your knees and pray?
What do your eyes see, when closed late at night? Is the darkness a reminder, of what is truly right? Is this life an illusion desquised in pain? In the mind of some other, who's truly insane.
Could we be just words. Actors in the mind of God?Only parts in a play? Maybe a soap opra written in the mind of God. I don't know,I can't say. It's all a bit odd. Maybe somethings should not be pondered. But I, the fool sometimes wonders.
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