Banging the head against the wall
they think i'm having a ball
little do they know of the silent war
of which i have the KeYs in my drawer
Haunting words of hollow praise
that sets my yearning ablaze
flames n blames, a sparkling game t
hey still move about, minus the shame
Scavenging the contradiction of my mind
drumbeats i hear which makes me blind
fluorescent in their fantasy
they hunt for triumph, that ecstacy
Grounded to the threshold
my search for HOrizon makes me bold
wired garlands they prepare
yet i dare to challenge their flare
Tagging me a rebel, crowning me a traitor
Submissiveness is not what i cater
tinkling sounds of the wind-chime
my WORLD remains sublime
a War that settles for liberation
yet no heir to the throne for accession
illusion ed by the manipulative mind
agitativen self-reflexive..i'm ready to unwind
A Journey from allusion to self-awareness..
it's a fumble and not a mess
tempted mind wages a WAR
of which i hold the keys in my drawer..
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