The reliefe of knowing, a cold drink in a burning desert, full of mirages and faulse hope. and everywhere there are lights at the end of many tunnels, and in every tunnel there are echoes of my footsteps, while the mirages call out from far behind, cajoling and blowing me kisses. Ah, the sweet caress of pseudo-admiration, how it lathers my body with words, like soap, and yet I feel less clean then before. My trust falls only to the creatures who spit venom, and bake in the sun, The sting of a scorpion lies far from the lieing sweetness of a mirage. Knowledge, I know, is like water, it's flooded the desert and drowned all the tunnels, The current has carried away each mirage, and snuffed out the "guiding" lights, So that now I drift where I will, and now I don't need the mirages, or that all sustaining light at the end of the tunnels.Birth sign: Pisces
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