It's always now That there are no choices left And hesitation is carefully nourishing fear I face the mirror and whisper Inquiring with an intuitiveness that can't really be here In such a small confined place, small but with a taste of freedom So unlike the scenery that's just starting to take place On the stage in my head And while I'm mesmerized by the everchanging play Of not being able to do anything My words bounce off from the silvery charm That everyone has chased through the centuries And with the illusion of beauty and truth They get caught inside the mystery of silence In a safe haven And start spreading d o u b t Sliding down into any opening that is exposed Unwantingly or by the desire to test how fragile one's life can be They slip through the reaches of flesh and bone and crawl even deeper Doing their tedious work, without attention To reach the point where their efforts are enough to shift the balance from a wavering ideal of preserving the physical to a dominance of the darker shades In their triumphant return, they now feed of each other To grow even more, ignoring the subconscious shouting of fear and hope and no other opinions Until body and mind become one, liquid as in the beginning Trickling down on a silver line, true to deception As charming as everything else not worth the hassle of fighting forBirth sign: Capricorn
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