Off in the distance,
where I can conceive
beyond the brambles I
try maintain an ease.
For where I am is dry
to the gut of a divide
that haunts my mind
in perception of time.
My judgement is off,
so I judge taunt scoff,
at the pedestal it aloft,
received at not a cost.
Why have I exalted I
question my sanity I
sit in a dark, no light,
as the conflict I fight?
So far off I remove it,
all of sins you convict
of mine I’m fine I sit;
a rain does not afflict.
Burn do the brambles
beyond feet do trample
all of the bad examples;
the madness is ample.
Maybe I should cry
tears to put out all lies
transpired in my eyes;
I will make a disguise.
So I reach into a plane
that helps me stay sane.
But memory from a
bottle me tends to stain.
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