An outbreak of signals, Shouting out loud the same words Over and over again Yet so much unheard and unrealised, A jaded smell of idealism With not a single harmony in any of the waves A long lost trail Which makes even less sense in all that clumsiness This takes an even more insane Direction with soil in sand A mixture of pink green and yellow In an overgrowth of papier mache Surrounded by that forest of ferns A spine on a cactus possibly A cacophony of logic as they say How refreshingly disturbing Words manipulate the way of things And things move silently While they all induldge in sleep Sleep that comes as a curtain Drawn up or down They think they know, And they don't.Birth sign: Aquarius
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