A depressive state, A state of mind, To realise your fate, To release your binds. I look into the world aghast and on high, I wonder to myself if i see the truth or just a lie. Are we bound by codes, Is it just a surprise, Religion it seems is steeped in lies. I wonder alone, none but myself. The ends of the world naught but a shelf. It is real what I perceive and what makes me tick, or am I confused just blind or too thick. I see all around a variety of styles the mislaid apprehension, abhorrent, beguiled. Can others see what I try and portray, or am I to realise I am not ready for this day.
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