In a cave where the mystery lies,
I see an empty canvas of colorless
thought. Embers of a long forgotten
blaze still glow from within the
deep, dark tunnel of consciousness.
Voices echo in the distance-
silently prodding me to come closer,
dig deeper, run faster, try harder-
stop; silence creeps in.
A morbid freeze comes over me-
chilling fear of what may or
may not be lurking behind me.
I cannot turn to face it-
instead I just continue in
the same false sense of reality.
-copyright 1999-
Birth sign: Taurus
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