Caught in a life.
The glass prison.
A rope that pulls tighter each day.
Time forever tiptoes beyond our reach.
Layering us in dust and sighs.
Drop the illusions now of what you want.
And decide.
Who do you want to be?
Caught in a life.
The glass prison.
A rope that pulls tighter each day.
Time forever tiptoes beyond our reach.
Layering us in dust and sighs.
Drop the illusions now of what you want.
And decide.
Who do you want to be?
Havoc and Consequence 
The question is simply left in the hands of those who choose which path they want to be a part of.
I love your word of poetic questioning. 🙂
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Thank you, glad it’s provocative….the best form of art 🙂
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