As if normality was only a formality,
We assume
Things grow older out of plain order.
The borders of providence stand shaky
Before misty
Evidence.
As if Life was a trend that could not
Outstand
Incongruity.
We resume
Trekking paths that take us back
To pasts
Of inconsistency.
As if days of long ago were forgotten
And living today is only a play
Of circumstance,
We gladly dance on the memories
Of happenstance.
As if dreaming aloud was of the realm
Of madness
Genius fights for survival
In a world overrun
By stubborn
Cowardice.
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